Swan Song

by DBLevin

I am a soldier
whose time is quickly fading
Broken promises, waiting
for the flower I sold her

My name’s now a number
and I fight for fortune
But soon I’ll return for
my memories, tortured

Sell me your vision
my blind eyes are bloodied
and breathing comes easy
once you open your chest

Once I was broken
But now Chance has spoken
And their faces are fading
forever engraving;
my epitaphic bust
on this lonely rock face:
“These moments are ephemeral;
It’s the glory I lust”

The sun told the clouds
about its bloody story
my portent of glory
their augury of innocence
and I’ll be remembered
once they’re born in December

So if I’m immortal
please tell them my story
I know it feels easy
to put me to rest

Sell me your vision
my blind eyes are bloodied
and breathing comes easy
once you open your chest

I hear the crying
of children undying
Their soft hearts are beating
Their shadows now fleeting
my name’s held aloft
on her pregnant breast

Slow recollection
through their first inquiries
They will be told what’s
forgotten by history
And I’ll not be lost
in time’s great collection
In the dusk of their eyes
I’ll live on through memory

Where my bullets burned brightly
my soul will sigh lightly
And I will come home again
Flowers in hand and then
I’ll live forever
as my dying bequest

Sell me your vision
my blind eyes are bloodied
and breathing comes easy
once you open your chest

Sell me your vision
my blind eyes are bloodied
and dreaming comes easy
once you’ve flown from the nest…

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