A Blessing, A Blessing,
For those who die slowly in waiting,
For a rap on the door
Or call that will never come.
If there be angels among us
Then surely these are their Cherished,
A blessing for those Love lost.
Bottomless is the mire,
A Styx for willing souls
That submerges and drounds
Their restless hearts.
Leads them back to empty houses,
Cold beds, discarded letters,
A blessing for those Love lost.
For those who die slowly in waiting,
For a rap on the door
Or call that will never come.
If there be angels among us
Then surely these are their Cherished,
A blessing for those Love lost.
Bottomless is the mire,
A Styx for willing souls
That submerges and drounds
Their restless hearts.
Leads them back to empty houses,
Cold beds, discarded letters,
A blessing for those Love lost.
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