Mood:  happy

In centuries that passed us by so many people lived to die. Their souls flew on a rainbow high and hover still above the sky.

The souls of long ago are watching us below.

Loving us for who we are and not for what we sow.

Little neon ghosts are flitting passed the stars.

We are passing buildings in our little neon cars.

Milky ways and moonbeams are shining in the heavens. We are counting days gone by in six and eight and sevens.

Angels hang around to watch us leap and bound.

You'll never hear an angel cry; you only hear their heavenly sound.

Amidst the muck and mire our lives hang on a wire.

We'd rather be on rainbows than in the devils fire.

In centuries passed so many years ago,

soldiers were sent forth to plod the clean white snow.

They march to conquer for an emperor's greedy wrath. Souls were left for dead in a raging bloody path.

Where there were no people, the land was left to grow. Filtering the sunshine so winds could cleanly blow.

Hallowed be the woman who leaves her babe alone.

Upon her babies casket she will throw her limb and bone.

Give to me your love and call me to your womb.

Never let me hear the sigh of repentance or of doom.

I'll give to you your namesake on this very day.

If only you'll be happy and come with me to play.

By: Gilda V Schaal aka JvS © 2007 All Rights Reserved