versed acorn
When I leave
Will there be echo's of my name
Or will it be void
I've screamed my whole life
But will it be silent
Will no cave show echo's of my shadow
No valley imprinted
No hill with brushed grass
Will my children's children
Recognize me when I'm not on there side
or will they just see a shadow
No echo just a man void of his soul
A man waiting for someone to call his name
For a God to allow him into his throne
Or will he die with nothing but his shadow.
wary mason