Lay Hold Of
Lay Hold Of
Lay Hold Of
The sun will shine
till night till day
And the earth will spin
Till it soon decay
The bugs will buzz
till the plants all seep
We all can breath we all can speak
Till the earth will slowly decay
And the present day will soon be the history we betray
Are souls will scream at the chaotic display
the painless things that we deny
Will become the things we can’t deify
The humanly touch so strong so weak
Can hardly speak the speak it wants to repeat
The thing remembered remembered for purpose
the tiny things growing in the scripus
To be the be in the question
And to die in the present rather than the past