Lazarus Curse

 

I trudge across these ancient lands

Where crops are reared by human hands

And all I leave are footsteps deep

a crop the scythe will never reap

 

I see the changing seasons turn

The new shoots grow, bonfires burn

From the soil the world will grow

I track the sacred rivers flow

 

These things of beauty pass me by

I have no soul I cannot die

For I am cursed to walk the earth

Unending cycles of rebirth

 

I wished for resurrection, true

I guess I never thought it through

The gift of life is just a curse

I am not dead, I’m something worse

 

I cannot feel I do not breathe

A trail of straw is all I leave

The sun, the wind, the rain, the snow

Travel with me where I go

 

I seek the seamstress to sew my seams

I seek the sage to heal my dreams

I seek the witch my soul to save

I seek the silence of the grave