Austin Lucas
Resting Place
Said, Are you listeningTo dying swallows?Don't they strike you bitter cold?I will come, shut them outAnd shine a light inside this holeAlthough my western handsSeem uncertainThey mean to find a wayRest once moreShut your doorSee my body to its rightful placeMy body in its resting placeIt was honest AbrahamAnd this cracked, red pavementHe did taught me to come homeAre you here, boyTo sell oatsOr drink yourself into a corpse?Oh must I long remainIn wretched slumber'Fore I taste your lips once more?How much time must I wasteBefore my body's in its rightful place?Before my body's in its resting place?Before my body's in its resting place?
From Letras Mania