The Funeral
Little lillies before my eyes,
Sing to me sweet lullabies.
The heart is here for you to take.
And when it ends you'll find a wake.
A single tender tear you shed,
As He claims me from my bed.
Softly floating through the air,
Drifting here, drifting there.
Ghastly horrors I might find.
Staying here is not kind.
Though leaving isn't special either.
At least I won't be a glider.
Within the worlds, there is He.
Watching us so easily.
With every start
We must part.
Though only a sole leaving
Many souls are grieving.
Sadness before broken skin
Loses a special meaning within.
Sing to me sweet lullabies.
The heart is here for you to take.
And when it ends you'll find a wake.
A single tender tear you shed,
As He claims me from my bed.
Softly floating through the air,
Drifting here, drifting there.
Ghastly horrors I might find.
Staying here is not kind.
Though leaving isn't special either.
At least I won't be a glider.
Within the worlds, there is He.
Watching us so easily.
With every start
We must part.
Though only a sole leaving
Many souls are grieving.
Sadness before broken skin
Loses a special meaning within.
♠ ♠ ♠
I think I'm talking about a funeral, but I have no idea. Didn't put much thought into this :) WOOO for being random.