Running Song Poem by Welandu

i will die before my mother,
i will die before my sons

i will die before my lover;
oh, my soul- it runs, it runs

i will wander through the empty,
falling stars will hide my face

hollow like the skies above us,
run, my soul- with haste, with haste

leave the rotted past behind you,
flee from everything you've faced

black your mind with acrid blot
fly, my soul- erase, erase

run from all you've ever loved,
run from everything you see

bade farewell to all you've known here,
oh, my soul must cease.