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My Lady
There is a Lady, Lady Death.
In her bosom I long to rest
Beyond the weary rut of life
For who is for these daily fights?
These cheerless days? These dreadful nights?
A bed, now hard, depressing, and cold,
Home to the musings of a lonely soul
Is the path to my Lady's room
An ultimate end, a timeless doom?
But for a relief, my mind's gears grind
Unwittingly, another thought it finds
"Life, the gift God gave to you,
Is there ever reason to not see it through?"
The joys of love, friendship, and laughter
Stories that end in 'Happily Ever After'
The first rain of spring, the first snow of winter
Proudly saying, "I'm so glad I'm with her"
Those words I will say, but not to the living
One lady for me, I go on believing
But 'til my tortured soul can join in her bed
I'll send her the company of scores of dead men
Even though I'm the one that deserves it.
