The Soul Lives On

I feel tears on my tomb, that reap
Despite my grave, I do not sleep
I am the raging storm that blows
I am the many winter snows.

I am hail on mountain’s reign.

And when you feel like you’re all alone
I am word that turns heart to stone
I am a hundred hounds howling for the morrow
I am the nightmare of tomorrow.

I am the rain on a cold autumn day.

I am the wake of the water’s breach
I am the damned, who can’t be reached
I am the soft, brown bark on the trees of pine
I am the harsh realities of time.

I am the summer’s dawn turned gray.

I am the eyes of the angel arch
I am the sound of dying lark
I am the taste of poison wrapped in sweets
I am the secret no one keeps.

I am the light that’s fading away.

So do not stand before me and cry
I am not there, I am a lie.