Pick up your head, my friend.
Lift up your weary eyes to see
The end of your journey is near.
Unburden your heart, my friend.
Shuck off each worry at your feet,
For they are not granted entry here.
Walk steps that are lighter, my friend.
For weighed down you'll no longer be
In this place that will be your haven.
Sing melodies unsung before, my friend,
As your healed soul rises from the ashes
Of a trouble life left behind for good.
Be well, my friend.
Do not fear the things you saw
For here there are no haunting memories.
Live free, my friend.
For here there is naught but peace
And rest for your now healed soul.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
Pick up your head, my friend.
Lift up your weary eyes to see
The end of your journey is near.
Unburden your heart, my friend.
Shuck off each worry at your feet,
For they are not granted entry here.
Walk steps that are lighter, my friend.
For weighed down you'll no longer be
In this place that will be your haven.
Sing melodies unsung before, my friend,
As your healed soul rises from the ashes
Of a trouble life left behind for good.
Be well, my friend.
Do not fear the things you saw
For here there are no haunting memories.
Live free, my friend.
For here there is naught but peace
And rest for your now healed soul.
