Hopeful

Smooth as marble Glinting against the sun Contrary from the gauntness Eating away the bones Which rattles in weakness

A little too close To the blackened edge A foot in A foot out A dance with death With beeping machines For tune and melody Blinking lights For mood and ambience This crunchy paper To dress and impress The lonesome ferryman Paddling us to the end

Will this gold coin Suffice to pay The pain and torture That sweeps away A little of the wrong A little of the soul Enough to save some For a rainy day

Tomorrow maybe The party will end This useless lump Will finally rest But until the music Still beeps away And enough gold coin To buy our way

Maybe Just maybe We will dance away Death will wait For patience is his To ones such as us Walking the tightrope Between heaven and hell