Thursday, April 4, 2013

Let Me Down Easy

On the day that I die
Push my body to the sky
Secure the anger that I tied
To someone who is justified
Let my eyes be set aside
Allow my life to be the guide

May my bones be made of glass
Filled with questions I did ask
Clothed in all the time I lost
Above my riches and their cost
Bathed in the white I never allowed
My own good becoming my shroud

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