The Soul Of A Century/The road of life
THE ROAD OF LIFE
(Graveyard Blossoms)
III.
Oh mother, better stay at home,
I think I’ll find the way.
Were we to part out in the street,
What would the people say?
A little pack with left-overs,
Half of a wasted brain;
Some withered wreaths of bygone Springs;
Half of a heart in pain.
A Sunday shirt of snow-white cloth
Woven of dreams of life;
A shroud of thoughts for when I fall
Exhausted with the strife.
Two shoes protrude from out the pack,
Their soles are strong and tried,
The hide for them came off the back
Of my relentless pride.
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