Anthracite

Thinking about heaven
and if there is such a thing
would it be better than now
or maybe the pain doesn’t cease

most of all, who would walk with me

Thinking about this world
and aware of the unseen
what bends the mighty branch
what is the invisible weight

who would walk with me

Rain drives into my eyes
dark thunderous clouds roll
bouncing like a boxer about to strike
and I’m not afraid to be alone

But wonder, who will walk with me

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