The Ghost of Tom Jordache

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Because soon I will forget the story.
And I'll sing you like a song.
The water can't keep up with out religions,
I think it's ready to give up.

Since out souls are always changing,
why shouldn't our beliefs?
I can't get past the northern lights,
but I can move closer to them.

Soon our ashes are waterfalls,
our pace is always the same.
We'll catch fish in our fingernails
and crave the sailor's love.

I said I'd go to church regularly,
but I couldn't lie to God.
Because soon I will forget the story.
And I'll sing you like a song.


Author's Note: I don't own dear Tom. But for the sake of god-awful teenage poetry, I borrowed him. Thanks Irwin.