The Passport
Within my hands, the passport falls.
My heart, my soul, walks down these halls,
To run and laugh the time away.
If only to dwell, just one more day.
I have to leave my past behind,
It is the fate of human kind,
To always leave our treasured kin,
We must renounce our endless sin.
My body does not care to pass,
These days beneath the frozen grass.
When I am gone you shall repent,
But to my heaven I will be sent.
You, my friend, will want to know.
If I do fly with winds that blow,
Beyond the stars, behind the moon.
Just know you will be with me soon.
My life is gone, my soul remains.
You loved my laughs and loaved my pains.
I hate to leave with much regret.
My life is short, my future set.
I took the paper, signed and sealed,
With heavy heart, the paper pealed,
My portrait bland, without expression,
My eyes, both clear, how no confession.
This sacred passport shows the way,
To follow the light into the day.
This light, it binds me to this place.
With you, my love, I do embrace.
This love is but a single rose,
So young, yet grandness it doth pose.
I shall remain within your heart,
And you, in mine, if we do part.