City of the Dead.

I found an old notebook where I used to write my poetry, brings some memory's, I tell you that much. Many of them I didn't remember at all and couldn't believe that I wrote them, though, there was one that I loved so much that I even had to make a song to go with it; yes, I composed the song in piano... I wish I still remembered the notes, but I've forgotten. But I did record it once so, hopefully, some day, I can get back to it, maybe re-write it, make it better, though, it's not half bad.

Anyway, here it is... the poem, hehe. Hope you guys like it.

City of the Dead.

Weep not for me, my friends so dear.

I am not dead, just sleeping here.

My grassy bed, my grave you see.

Prepare for life to follow me.

We see our friends are around us falling.

We see them buried deep in dust.

In solemn silence yet they're calling.

Prepare for death, for die you must.

A law eternal does decree

that all things born should mortal be.

Though worms my poor body

may claim as their prey,

Twill outshine when rising

the sun at midday.

Be wise ye living while you may

Prepare against the coming day

When you as low as I must lay

Your souls from hence be called away.

Now deep in earth this bed of sighs,

I wait till i, like fire, shall rise.

In latter days, the healing rain

shall wash away these tears of pain.

Then will my voice in great goodbye's

join to the chorus of the skies.