Hearse to Heaven

For better for worse,

In life or hearse,

Love is love,

For smiles or hurt.

Love is just,

But wanderlust,

Back to you,

To them I front.

Unshackled hands,

But bonded feet,

An enslaved man,

In satin sheets.

Nostalgic thoughts,

For who we were,

The future's lost,

The past a blur.

A change'd man,

With reddened hands,

For bloodshed changed,

A tainted plan.

Can't do with,

Can't do without.

A softened hand,

Or hardened mouth.

So give me mine,

And keep what's yours.

A gated heart,

At heavens doors.

For better for worse,

In life or hearse,

Love is love,

For smiles or hurt.

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