Gone


Oceans to swim before I fly

From up above I hear the cry

Pick up your guns and say goodbye

Miles to go before I die


Lost whispers winding down the stairs

The voice of souls no longer there

No last words and no last prayer

The house now haunted and bare


Young sailor walking down the street

To the place where the fairies meet

To wound a tar is no mean feat

So the bird sung one last tweet


In the place where memories go

And Time is such a callous foe

They speak of all their words of woe

The final seed Loss did sow


Those who fought in the war are gone

The friends lost in the fire are gone

The little seaman is too gone

The aging have now aged and gone


They are all gone


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