we carry your body
on a stretcher made out of dreams
the dreams that hide the pain
lead us with your voice
calm and unstrained
see the time expose
its ragged clothes
for you
the weight on your shoulders is merely dust
and whispers of the years gone past
can you see the land
uncharted and pristine
of which you sang
hear the silent tone
that marks the road
back home
there's no wind and there's not even silence
nor the words that broke your heart
the verdicts and the promises will crumble
what is done becomes undone

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