Weary

Death, a cancerous thought
Asleep in envy
A tribute to towering memories
An idea that comes and goes

A mountain, a village and a small sigh
Asleep in envy
Breaking the silence only to die
A tribute to towering memories

I sit in my home pondering
Death, a cancerous thought
An idea that comes and goes
And the fallen cry

A mountain, a village, and a small sigh
Breaking the silence only to die
And the fallen cry
I sit in my home, pondering.