(I Will be Alone)


I will be alone
When the pipes come calling
Down to the bone
when the cold wind blows

I will forever wonder
with my pen in my hand
I will write my poetry
for the world to understand

I will not be afraid
As I walk through the shadows
I will stand alone
for the calling of the crows

I will reunite
with the ones who have passed
I will stand on the mountain
and be free at last


The Lost Poet