A solid pine
A crocus that shines
A liberty mine
Enwrapped in a shrine
A poet who cut
Words from a leaf
We climbed up a horse
And felt some relief
And love is a power
That gives us belief
A ray of light that
Your soul to keep
We see White Horses
Views blowing our mind
A helter-skelter
A bitter decline
Whitened hair
A fear that we share
Wrinkled skin
Mortality's care
A faded cross
An enigma we lost
The curtains drawn
We bear our own cross
And the people may wonder
Why God's left them alone?
The wind is burning
There's so much smoke
Because you're coughing up blood now
The poem has ceased
And the soil is all over me
I'm six feet deep
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A solid pine
A crocus that shines
A liberty mine
Enwrapped in a shrine
A poet who cut
Words from a leaf
We climbed up a horse
And felt some relief
And love is a power
That gives us belief
A ray of light that
Your soul to keep
We see White Horses
Views blowing our mind
A helter-skelter
A bitter decline
Whitened hair
A fear that we share
Wrinkled skin
Mortality's care
A faded cross
An enigma we lost
The curtains drawn
We bear our own cross
And the people may wonder
Why God's left them alone?
The wind is burning
There's so much smoke
Because you're coughing up blood now
The poem has ceased
And the soil is all over me
I'm six feet deep
A crocus that shines
A liberty mine
Enwrapped in a shrine
A poet who cut
Words from a leaf
We climbed up a horse
And felt some relief
And love is a power
That gives us belief
A ray of light that
Your soul to keep
We see White Horses
Views blowing our mind
A helter-skelter
A bitter decline
Whitened hair
A fear that we share
Wrinkled skin
Mortality's care
A faded cross
An enigma we lost
The curtains drawn
We bear our own cross
And the people may wonder
Why God's left them alone?
The wind is burning
There's so much smoke
Because you're coughing up blood now
The poem has ceased
And the soil is all over me
I'm six feet deep
Writer: Shuab Parvez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music