Funeral Song

Holding on these broken days

Always passing through some grave

Over sunset

Underpaid

Will say the same about life

Look this shadows on my head

And this arc against my back

Will you go? Yes

Go, A-MAZE

And say the same about life

Knowing where, I ought to know

Pray for guidance

You might show

When you teach me where to grow

I shriek something for thy

“Life”

I’d speak something

With my life

Hold my shadow, holy haze

Can I pay that past my grave?

Mend my will

And take my gaze

And save something of my life