No more shall we come back to life,
No more shall we remain.
When death prevails the sphere one day
No more can we sojourn.
When curfew tolls, the train must leave,
Can travelers save their heed?
To catch the trip, the soul must rush:
No bags we’ll ever need.
In tunnel, we’ll tarry until,
The siren has been blown.
And this will bring our tour to halt
What next might we be shown?
No choice we made to come to life;
We have no choice to stall.
When winter comes, the wind will blow,
Can leaves choose but to fall?
For your depart avail daylight,
Rosebuds environ weeds;
Ahead nightfall fill up your bag
To brim with better deeds.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
No more shall we come back to life,
No more shall we remain.
When death prevails the sphere one day
No more can we sojourn.
When curfew tolls, the train must leave,
Can travelers save their heed?
To catch the trip, the soul must rush:
No bags we’ll ever need.
In tunnel, we’ll tarry until,
The siren has been blown.
And this will bring our tour to halt
What next might we be shown?
No choice we made to come to life;
We have no choice to stall.
When winter comes, the wind will blow,
Can leaves choose but to fall?
For your depart avail daylight,
Rosebuds environ weeds;
Ahead nightfall fill up your bag
To brim with better deeds.