Where will you Be? When I emerge from the shadows of the old Sycamore tree That was planted in the middle of heart break cemetery Where hearts come to die, and live among the dead to grieve? And mice come to live and creatures come to feast Where will you Be? When my heart rises from the forgotten dead To a Cold moon and black clouded sky overhead Where my eyes are down casted and my soul full of dread Looking for a new body to imbed Where the old church looks haunted, and the smell of flesh in the air Has disintegrated my hopes, and tossed them with out care Where my emotions have been clawed from wolves and brown bears And my spirit left dangling with their signature rips and tears Where will you be? When the sinister winds sweep through my empty rib cage Where no heart is home, the bones become insanely in raged Gnashing of teeth, and snarls from the grave A death wish from which no one can save A broken heart…. feeling unbrave Every trip to grave, is one step closer to the living To the one who wont kill me, to the one that is willing To breath new life into me, with compassion and giving Soothing words and tenderness, the ultimate healing. My Angel Where will you BE? .