Our Voices

A Poem by Erin

Life is a song,

Sing it well.

Fit the notes to the sound of the drum

Slowly beating more and more

Slowly beating forever more.

The last thing to fall shall be our voices,

Lifted high in song.

Singing praise until the end

Ringing out ‘til hope is gone.

The steady beat of a steady drum

Slowly fades away

Until our voices are just echoes.

Singing to the grave.

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Added on September 7, 2012
Last Updated on September 7, 2012

My name is Erin, I'm fifteen. I primarily write poetry. And I'm awkward. Very awkward. more..

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