Evermore

Evermore it seems like such an easy thing to say Nevermore crowed the raven, perched in an uncomfortable way and sometimes I find myself wondering if there’s ever going to be a fresh day a day without sorrow, a day without chore, that didn’t carry over from the day before I could weep For all I cannot see its within me I swear to you, my emotions are not cheap I just don’t get enough sleep Lie with me awhile, we can talk or be silent, by the fire Are the faded memories of the past they inspire but they tire where has gone the old desire to fight on? sometimes it seems that the reasons are all wrong why I do what I do and yes, sometimes, I still will think of you and dream and scream so silently so silently within my mind Take me, shake me, break me but please don’t leave me in the past I cannot last within this world without another soul to lean on believe me, receive me, and I know my word is true though the love I feel for you may be misled I’ll always follow where you tread You know I’ll do the best I can To be an honest, loving man Don’t worry for me, for I know the Reaper Will find his way in Time, in good time Perhaps the wrongs I see now won’t be worth a dime When the Sleeper has awakened When my heart is not forsaken Evermore Nevermore Mark Burton Wednesday, August 29, 2001, 1:28 A.M.