Rest
Held within the earth,
Destined from birth,
This is not an end,
But how we began.
When the plow,
Comes for us now.
Its in our souls, the vision of how it goes.
In the best of ways, gold nor rust can stay.
Listen for the beat, of hearts so fleeting.
The way is long at best. You just need some rest.
You just need some rest.
Sleep is the brother of death
You just need some rest.
Remember it.