Ancient Times

Beauty lives with death, but not

For life, she died today, again

Do not live inside your hate

Three days gone before I had known

How to deal a blow to the estranged

Beauty lives with death but not…

Like a summer sun tattooed upon your home

We tried to run with a jar of golden pennies

Do not live inside your hate

Two brothers lived through it alone

But now a door has been closed

Beauty lives with death but not…

In a way that must be known

You will have your hate to have it end

Do not live inside your hate

Can I lift this weight; this stone

Two fathers found purpose in sons, and now?

Beauty lives with death but not

For you to live inside your hate