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| Why are we here? Why do we stay? Where do we go? What path do we take? The graves are weeping, We don't see them cry, They're taking our souls, As we pass them by. I'm holding on , The graves keep on screaming, Calling my name out, I know we are leaving. Where are we heading? Will we survive? Have we found our path? Or have we just died? The graves they are talking, Whispering our names, They know how is coming, And who's being saved. Copyright 1996 - Donna Leonard All poetry is property of D. Leonard. No rights or permissions are granted for display of these works on other web sites, webchats or in other forms. Please contact me for details on using my works. Please, read the legal information first. |
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