Solace |
| by Laura Lisle |
Rest comes in death.
Security lies in a coffin.
Behind the black wrought iron fence where the grass is green and the trees
Grow gloriously tall, among the stone and marble headstones with flowers set around,
Lies the promised land where peace and tranquility can be found.
No more to hurt, all the suffering is done.
A reward you have earned, for all your efforts you have won.
No one can hurt you now, you have nothing left to give.
You already gave everything you had so that others could live.
It's a shame there was nothing left, but now you get your wish.
Rest is what you wanted most, so now in your final act you get to be selfish.
For you, rest came in death, security lie in your coffin.
You had such a loving, giving soul, the likes of which aren't found often.
Take this, "our reward," let us say "job well done,"
"for all you have sacrificed it is death you have won."
Solace you now have found in the cool damp earth,
This place you were destined for from the moment of your birth.
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