The Library

High up in the library
Too high to reach alone
Are the books about my life on Earth

Dusty and untouched
The shelves they occupy
Is the only space occupied by my work

I give you my word
Mystical
I traded peace for a section of a page

I give you my word
Mystical
The peace I lost now haunts my in my grave

Where we go, not one soul remembers the past
No one talks of what they did before

It's my curse, to return to this buried library
To remind myself of a life that is no more

I give you my word
Mystical
I traded peace for a section of a page

I give you my word
Mystical
The peace I lost now haunts my in my grave

High up in the library, too high
Are the books about my life on Earth

Dusty and untouched, I try
To remind myself of the praise my work had earned

I give you my word



Credits
Writer(s): Ezra Briggs
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