Ashes

Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

Or is it smoke to ashes

And lungs of dust?

 

From the earth was born man

From the earth born mans end.

Once called friend

Can become deaths hand.

 

Stand hand in hand everyday

The slow and unseen decay

As breath becomes a delay

And death follows the final lash.

 

Our hands now full of ash

Our hearts now full of dust

Memories our only lust

As beneath your flames lives begin to crash.

 

In a box as your bed

Lay down your head

Let the dust cover ash

And the ash fill with dust.

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