Thursday, June 28, 2018

Lazarus

There’s no amount of time
I’d always want for more
Now my days seem endless
I’m broken to my core

My father Lazarus
Sleeps coldly in the ice
How is it that you’re gone?
It still does not seem right

You chill the stars and sea
And breeze upon my neck
As long as I will be
I swear I won’t forget.