Here is a poem I made.
Souls of the Dead
I hear them in my slumber
Begging to be freed
They wander throughout the night
Seeking their most desired
which is the freedom
in this cold mortal world
How can I hear them?
You may inquire
and wonder if I'm ill.
Lost Souls of the Dead
I hear them in my slumber
Crying for freedom
Souls of the Dead
I hear them in my slumber
Begging to be freed
They wander throughout the night
Seeking their most desired
which is the freedom
in this cold mortal world
How can I hear them?
You may inquire
and wonder if I'm ill.
Lost Souls of the Dead
I hear them in my slumber
Crying for freedom