Transition by Rotr. FYNECOUNTRY Donald
Engulf with loneliness as he lay on that Old wooden bed I stayed with him till dusk.
i told him the Story of a Living man, once dead Hanging on a wood at dusk.
Till Darkness shroud his Face.
Before his life was benighted.
I had is obscure voice
He Said Son.
I will Live because You Have Done well.
You have done something Virtuous. Helping Someone get to their Destination is Something Virtuous.
He lazily Point to the Sky. my Destination is beautiful.
Where the cloud will be under my feet.