Away From All Sorrows The Lost Ones Flee

Away from all sorrows the lost ones flee

Their bright eyes burn at the close of day
To live without love as their decree

Beautiful and tragic they frighten me
Brokenness a lovely and fearful array
Away from all sorrows the lost ones flee

Crying to let their dead hearts roam free
All the lost souls come out to play
To live without love as their decree

Standing alone amidst the old hollow tree
They beg and plead for others to stay
Away from all sorrows the lost ones flee

Bleeding out dark, their tears form a sea
Dread mellowing in the valley in which they lay
To live without love as their decree

Beaten to death they find the key
Although their hearts slip into violent decay
Away from all sorrows the lost ones flee
To live without love as their decree

(Inspired by Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night)