So lived: by everyone forgotten
The one you probably don’t know.
Now lies by everyone forgotten,
You don’t stop here just don’t just go.
A place called Heaven a place called Hell,
And faith rains sorrow here.
Where’s she at Heaven or Hell,
Or still flying somewhere near?
The Epitaph
© Copyright: Evvie Rough, 2002
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