Death Poem by Dakota Bordeau

Death



As I walk this road alone,
Forever never to be shown,
My life is always down,
An I’m soon to hit the ground,
When I’m buried under the oak tree,
I already know I won’t be free,
As my sins will catch me,
Baby my life I couldn’t see,
What I was doing wrong,
So sing my song,
So no one will take this road alone,
An forever never to be shown.

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