Me and Me Alone

Flowers on the grave
Writing on the stone
Today we have lost a dear, dear sole
What was once gold, is now cold
as he lays here in this peach coffin,
we remember that all soles go to
either one Heaven or Hell,
this sole we think will go to neither place,
he will go home.
Laying here thinking of him, I feel his hand
upon my cheek, cold I think but I know he has come for me and me alone..

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