A Response To An Epitaph
A song in the night woke me from sleep
Floating alone in tones of grief
It was filled with a pain that knows no end
I knew that voice belonged to a friend.
Floating alone in tones of grief
It was filled with a pain that knows no end
I knew that voice belonged to a friend.
Ever was a coward she thought she was
Looking for refuge amidst epitaphs
She built her tower to forget the days
When she was all alone trudging the maze.
Looking for refuge amidst epitaphs
She built her tower to forget the days
When she was all alone trudging the maze.
Time stood still, a silent spectator
As she watched for her knight in shining armor
Yet she wouldn’t go down even as sunlight came
She thought she’d had enough of pain.
As she watched for her knight in shining armor
Yet she wouldn’t go down even as sunlight came
She thought she’d had enough of pain.
My friend, dear friend, how can I let you see?
You’re the sweetest thing that ever happened to me?
You lit up my days even when we fight
You drove my demons into the night.
You’re the sweetest thing that ever happened to me?
You lit up my days even when we fight
You drove my demons into the night.
My heart is my witness as I start to plea
No more epitaphs; you are the world to me
I’d groped in the darkness and I found your hand
You gave me love, when nobody gave me a friend….
No more epitaphs; you are the world to me
I’d groped in the darkness and I found your hand
You gave me love, when nobody gave me a friend….
Bingkie
Aug. 16, 1992
Aug. 16, 1992
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