Gave up the ghost

Lend me your eyes 

Lend your ears lend your time 

All I despise 

Disappears in the rhyme 

Throw me a line 

Add some bait throw that look

All that is mine 

As of late I've mistook 

Give me some hope 

Drop a clue show a sign 

There's a slippery slope 

Skating through our decline 

Grant me one wish 

Say your piece without fear 

Bitter the truth 

With the proof crystal clear

Reach for the hand 

You once held with such pride 

Rewalk the land 

This time bold as the bride 

Take me to task

Take my life take me out 

Slip off the mask

Hold your knife to account 

 

On the wind a young bugler 

Perfects the last post 

The same day he decided 

To give up the ghost