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THE QUESTION
IF HEAVEN IS ON EARTH, AND
WE REACH FOR THE SKY
WHERE IS THERE TO GO WHEN WE DIE
WE FEAR IT, WE LOATHE IT, AND FINALLY ACCEPT
BUT ALL WE KNOW IS SIX FOOT IS THE DEPTH
WITH NO IDEA WHAT AWAITS US
WE HIDE
BUT ALL MAY BE PEACEFULL ON THE OTHER SIDE
FINALLY AT REST, WITH A NEW FOUND PEACE
OUR EARTHBOUND SPIRIT WILL GAIN ITS RELEASE.
© Paul E Pignolet, 1999
CAN YOU HEAR ME
DO
YOU HEAR ME CRY? I WONDER SOMETIME
LIFE IS SO HARD, LIKE THE NURSRY RHYME
I CLIMB THE HILL, BUT COME DOWN WITH NO WATER
I FEEL SO OPEN LIKE , A LAMB LED TO SLAUGHTER
CAN YOU HEAR ME CRY? ARE
YOUR EARS OPEN TO ME?
OR ARE YOU DEAF AND, WITH YOUR EYES CANNOT SEE?
DO YOU HEAR ME CRY? MY HEART ACHES AND IT BLEEDS
I FIGHT TO CLIMB OUT BUT, AM CAUGHT IN THE WEEDS
DO YOU HEAR ME CRY? AS I SIT ALONE IN THE DARK
WHISPERING PRAYERS OF HOPE AND, TENDING A SMALL
SPARK
DO YOU HEAR ME CRY? GIVE SOME SIGN YOU ARE THERE
SOFT WORDS A WARM HAND, PLEASE LET ME KNOW THAT
YOU CARE
© PAUL E PIGNOLET 1999
