This Mourning
This mourning, this very day.
I balanced all my books .
My feelings against my sorrows.
The feelings of love destroyed mye pain and sorrows.
We are never gauranteed to even be alive
upon the morrow, but length of days is added inn.
And WE can start to plan again.
Gold and Silver I have none of.
But my babay she still loves me.
And I can go to market like any conquistador.
Poor men go to Heaven.
Rich men look for the DOOR.
I want to go to bee ICI.
For all time we will bee ICI.
Inn the dewey grass of Heaven WE will reside.
While everyone is walking on they streets of GOLD.
There will be bread and wine upon the table
no troll to snatch it from us.
And everyday the ^A^ngels come
and kiss the tears away from us.
This very day, this mourning.
