Thought
They thought eye was but eye was not
Eye thought they were but eye was wrong
At least eye hope eye was
Eye was not the way they are
Eye was someone else inside
They think eye am just dust
And thought has made me so
Dust to dust I am and will undone
But some will want me whole
Some make clay and some make mud
And some make blood to floe
And one makes dust to rise
And love makes man to live and love
And want makes man to thrive
A flower bears my heart and thought
Thinking of me she
Making all my memories flee
All my thoughts on thee remain
On her to care for me again
I thought on her good name
