Do Not Cry...

Through these tears of yonder years and yonder days forlorn. There lies a screaming, bleeding soul waiting to be reborn.

And as I lay here, clothed in white I turn to face the sky. Wondering if he could've saved me, the mighty lord on high.

Ah! My blood oh how it smells of freshly kindled coins. Through tear stained eyes you look at me, my smile's been ripped, been torn.

As you walk to wards me and I try to do the same. Your face is now reflecting unimaginable pain.

Come and join me, hold my hand, as I go knocking on death's door. Please forgive me, do not cry for I am richer than I'm poor.

I may be dead in body but in spirit still alive. My dearest Friend and brother oh for me please do not cry!

Enya-;

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