Final Resting Place

Crackling sounds from the burning fireplace
Moonbeam through the dust on the window
Worry is sleeping in this gentle air
Peace settles in, a quiet house where we belong

The earth below is overheating with hate
But we have our ears spoiled by a lullaby

Down there,
thunders are roaring
tired shoulders are carrying buckets of water
blizzard is freezing children’s tears
many people are carrying the weight of the world

We are here laying down
Waiting for the next soul to arrive


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