Lost
by Clinton D. Linder

 Lost
 
 As I pass away the hours
 While laying on your grave
 I whisper to the flowers
 To the ground they are a slave
 Shadows cover roses
 Keeping them from bloom
 Through the door that never closes
 Death leads me to doom
 I've waited on his mercy
 To bring me back to you
 For life left nothing for me
 Once your life was through
 
  
 written by : Clinton D. Linder
 copyright ©2007 Clinton D. Linder