6 Grave Stones

If Wishes Lived

All of these verses and all of these hymns,
Now that I’m boxed they’ll do no good.
So called friends that drive Benz with diamond rims;
Never cared while I had no food.
Everyone here makes me feel like a saint;
For it seems I’ve never done wrong.
Words from their mouths are all coated in paint,
Including the song that they sung.
After the funeral no one will stay,
And talk to me like they once did.
I with to return, I wish there’s a way,
I wish that I’ll come back a kid.
But it is too late, too late to atone!
And all of this flesh will turn bone;
Forever, I will live beneath, alone.

Younglan Louis

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