Not unlike, not the same
a corpse for every grave
all in line past the gates
an equal share of fate
different plot, different name
the difference is ornate
we all rot in the shade
of the dust the heavens made
Is there light underground?
is there life beyond the shroud?
who can say what is found
once the mortal coil is unwound
take your time in this place
where fools tend to race
what a shame, what a waste
you should savor every taste
through the graves
across a stream
I met myself within a dream
you were there so suddenly
I lost myself in spite of me
...lost in spite of me
all the time
slips through your hands
you'll never find
lost grains of sand
you clutch so tight
yet still they fall
scattered wide
to spread the pall
...you clutch yet still they fall
just to see
the light of your eyes
to watch them shine
just one more time
to hear the sound
of laughter in your voice
I could find peace
the heart rejoice
...the heart rejoice
spend your gold
rend the veil
the grave is cold
the soul prevails
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