Sunday, October 23, 2011

The loss of the spirit

Painting by Edvard Munch; "The Scream"

Someday shall her body live under the ground,
Out of nowhere that can never be found
Live secretly without a sound
As the earth rotates and still around

But sometimes there shows up her curiosity
About him she'd ask in her endless journey
She says "Baby, do you cry and think about me?"
But they wouldn't allow him to hear nor see

Now shall she live in a world without color,
Black, white or what he looks for,
With happiness, joy, and love galore
It won't happen to her anymore

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