When We Are No More

A new day is on the rise
Sight has come for the eyes
The cold blanket is searching for the bags
One for her, and another for lies.

When we are no more
All that we did with the moon
The sun would expose for all
The shame would rise
Only to fall on empty graves
The pain would fly
Eyes would turn red,
Hearts would be broken, again
And again, tears would drop
Only to no end.
Our nights would fall
When we are no more
A new day would surely come
The sun would remain to keep records

A new day is on the rise
Sight has come for the eyes
The cold blanket is searching for the bags
One for her, and another for lies.

Victor Oyedele