In the closets there be bones
And many lives lay buried
Upon mind and back the stones
Til across the river ferried
I love that first line... There be bones! I picture Charon with his hand out like everyone else wanting a coin for each secret...
In the closets there be bones
And many lives lay buried
Upon mind and back the stones
Til across the river ferried
I love that first line... There be bones! I picture Charon with his hand out like everyone else wanting a coin for each secret...
;)
That's why I am honest to a fault wearing my heart on my sleeve...
I don't want no secrets... Coins be damned... and I won't lie though. When I read there be bones my mind internalized it in the accent of pirate!
All jest aside, this was an amazing expression through the poetic verse.