Lying beneath the earth's realm
Inside a wooden box
No vision is seen
A wasted present is pondering
For I was simple
But plain as the rising sun
On uncoated slab
Till this day come forth
I will be a legend
To a group whom decided
Hanging me
Was the best way to die
How can a noose free my spirit?
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC
Lying beneath the earth's realm
Inside a wooden box
No vision is seen
A wasted present is pondering
For I was simple
But plain as the rising sun
On uncoated slab
Till this day come forth
I will be a legend
To a group whom decided
Hanging me
Was the best way to die
How can a noose free my spirit?