You’ll know these words before you die
‘People live to sanctify’
Wishing to write my perfect end
Have a life I wish to spend
Forgetting of Fates roots and seeds
Burring the bones of all my deeds
Only knowing the life of my sweet lore
Of a simple house by the Ocean shore
Children play behind the gate
While white sails drift between the strait
Distant strums of a weathered guitar,
Frequent drinks with a friend at the bar
And a loving embrace there to return
But now I watch my pages burn
