Art in US public domain by Jean Delville
You can almost hear the weeping
If you ever attempt to hear them
Life covered in flesh, as a prison
Death offers no release of spirit
They never understood the day
Never had the gift of a vision
Time is measured by mortals
Time passes
There is no measure or notice
With seconds uncounted in the place
Their souls never were awakened
Slaves to their flesh, lives forsaken
Now they only seek to be free
And long for Death's embrace
