Sing the Song
By scorp
Come by the tree, my child. Come
Come by the tree, my child. Come
I'll be swinging as if I've always been there.
Come, my child, come.
I've got on my necklace, and you should too.
I'll be swaying, left and right, in the summer breeze.
Come, my child, come, I'll be waiting for you tonight.
Child, do not cry when you see me, just join me.
Put on your necklace of rope, just like me.
I'm not forcing you,
I'm just telling you I'd be happier if you come with me to the new world.
The world of the Dead.
We'll be swaying together,
And when people discover
us, they'll leave us peacefully
when they see our lifeless eyes
our necklaces of rope
Our hands intertwined.
Author Notes: Death took Mum away...Thanks for reading though!
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