• Gone before my time,
    dancing,
    to an ever endless rhyme

    Storeis of the gone,
    they,
    used to make me yawn

    But now I see,
    that,
    they shouldn't be

    Borring as the day,
    cold,
    in every way

    Now I know they
    have,
    to always pay

    The living,
    always,
    sacrificing, giving

    Though I'm here,
    I'm,
    never ever near.

    Gone, dead
    forever,
    gone to bed

    Dreaming endless dreams,
    or,
    so it seems.

    Never to wake,
    my,
    life to take

    Gone,
    just,
    another yawn.