Leland Wright - Those who are Dead

Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just livin in my head
I learn this in the worse way
I learn from the band Coldplay
Mourn as I look down where the souls lay
The piercing white comet
Symbolizing another death
At funerals loves one hoping the dead one get up
Everyone can not stop the feeling that you were set up
They caught my grandfather in the morning still weary couldn’t defend
The reaper had full intentions of taking my only real fathers life
I guess that faithful day something no one could fight
When my grandfather passed that was a long sad night
Where was God to break the night?
Where was God when it was time to flourish the light?
Where was my real father to break the sadness out of sight?
Guess all I can look forward to is meeting my God
And ask why it was time for me and my bro to be rob of a father
And be replaced with an unfilled position and a real dad that would never bother

Leland Wright

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