When the home becomes a mourning ground,
When the living beg to be buried beneath the dusty grounds,
when your body becomes the remains of one,
When all I can hold is your tombstone and not your lovely hands,
When your laughter no longer makes me laugh but cry,
When memories of your smile is all I have,
And your body and your spirit takes a hike,
I will remember your lovely soul in my heart,
I'll tell the heavily Angels to dance,
I'll tell the artist's to paint the skies blue and white,
I'll tell all nations to lower their flags,
I'll tell the oceans and seas run wild,
I'll tell all galaxies to bow,
I'll take you to milky way and tell the galaxy to give way for a soul is about to depart.
©deryl4
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