Sunday, October 14, 2012

Voice
These hands of plunder
They take from me in life and death
My soul, my soul that yearned for so much
The wealth was in my dreams, my hope like a shiny jewel
These hands of plunder robbed me of this
Greedy, the Hands robs from you and me
Hold tight! But in death you are no more
Yet a voice eerily echoes in delight in this our lasting soul

2 comments:

Human Paradox said...

Love this classic style. Has a theatrical feel.

Old Ollie said...

the hands to hold tight - works so well good sir