Something I wrote while I was bored

You my friend we form the life
The army
The one of which
That leads us through our death and sorrow
We are the ones. We keep it straight
This time
This moment
Well go their and wait until tomorrow

To see the grave
Get me roses
Call the nurse get the doctor
Make me live until next week
To show whats gone.
The winters ending
The sun is coming soon
Just keep me alive
For the poor and the meek