Please Gods, do not let them forget me
Seasons have changed and now have forced me
to find a will and a way to go home
As I lie in the cold, I am dying,
I lift my head and begin crying
out to someone, to something, to anything
To anyone at all
The horrors return and churn in my memories
Those bodies that burned
There was beauty and grace
in that place that we lived for
Never a trace of a face we didn't care for,
but no more
Now some pray to the moon
and some stare blankly into the eyes of the doomed
They place their hands gently
on those who had gone too soon,
and plead to me intensely,
"Godspeed be on your way, go on..."
So please Gods, do not forget me
as I lie at the gates of this city
Find me the will and the way to return