What if when I die
The mystery of your soul
Is unsolved by mine
What if when I die
The mystery of your soul
Is unsolved by mine
Mere fumes as their fuel
Never, however, my soul
I wonder not, why
Sell your everything
Except for your soul this time
Come back, my best friend
I’ve ages of proof
None may know my wondrous mind
Or steal my fine heart
What of the prayers
What of you on bended knee
What of cherishing
The ol’ place out West
The Southern shadows in need
But more so, the Heartland
Then the universe in the North
Before the trek back East
Don’t leave me emptied
anymore, evermore -don’t.
Don’t steal away me.
Tell them the air was once here
Say it was sweet and sustained life
Speak of white atop the heights
Sing how its wisdom did provide
Cry not for deep springs run dry
Pray now for life and depth elsewhere
Gifted with a day
Too tough to look in the eyes
But you must, my love