My heart finds love
in the songs of the dead
From those dying,
the cries,
the breaking of nails,
I eagerly stay away
And wait
For them to come to me
Already defeated
I will not be the one to get involved
I will not be the one to strike the blow
But they can, if they will
Follow
My song of the dead,
my whisper of release
I’ll pave a way
for those recently deceased
Spirit of Tara 