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THE CROSS

Before you came along, there was nothing but weeds and dust
Until one day a soul left its flesh
Then I noticed you, alone in that busy dark corner
Someone took the time to clean those weeds
Someone faithfully secured roses on you
I pass you daily wondering what brought you here to this dusty corner
The night before you came, there was a terrible accident
Someone spiraled into another dimension
In that dark demented corner

Once a day I pass you, questioning
Who has made this gravestone mark for you?
I know you had a name
I know you were loved
What did you do before you came to rest?
Why do they come here to pin their mementos of love on you?
Is it to ease their heartaches?
Is it their way of saying good-bye?
Is this your soul garden?
I know your not there in that dark dim corner
That is where you took your last breath
That is where you are pasted on
That is not where you remain

As I continuously passed you
I see your gracefulness
I see the mark of Christ
Sometimes I see someone there
It could be you lost in that dark shadowy corner
Do you know what happen to you?
Do you find it hard to believe, is that why you're unable to leave
Maybe that is why your loved ones come by
To pray and say their good-byes
Maybe that is why your loved ones are there
To help your soul reach the other side.

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