Story of Ana
Now I lay me down to die,
And pray the Lord my soul take flight.
That if my heart breaks before I wake,
I pray the Lord my life to take.
Now they lay me down to sleep,
In a sepulcher hollow and deep.
Let my tombstone echo my words,
So all shall know and all have heard.
‘Here lies Ana, pale and gone,
Where once was life and joyous song.
Now her breath is shallow and cold,
Where once was warmth and no voice of old.’
‘Touch not her heart but let it sleep,
If you wish your life to keep.
But may her death be sung and told,
And may her love stay strong and bold.’
Now my heart hangs by a thread,
Amongst many others in the Land of the Dead.
I have no more fear or tears to cry,
Now I have no need to ach and die.
Broken promises and shattered hearts… where love, pain, and fear are the darts.
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