She lived alone,
And died that way,
They buried her,
In a pauper’s grave,
No one knew,
What she left behind,
But they’d find out,
With the test of time.
Their seemed to be,
Something amiss,
All thought she died,
Penniless,
They put her in,
A shallow grave,
And so the story goes.
But soon the tale,
Begins to go,
From bad to worse,
The ebb and flow,
Of good and evil,
Don’t you know,
Bad Dreams,
Bad dreams.
There was a man,
He lived down south,
He never opened up his mouth,
About the tragedy,
That would take him out,
But the suffering,
Was real.
And then one day,
He passed away,
They all assumed,
He could not pay,
So they buried him,
In a pauper’s grave,
And so the story goes.
But soon the tale,
Begins to go,
From bad to worse,
The ebb and flow,
Of good and evil,
Don’t you know,
Bad Dreams,
Bad dreams. – Sinz
