
And
Dust Be Raised
©2011
Gibbens/Weston
We much mistrust
That this be just:
Toil for a
crust,
As all good people must,
And turn to dust.
And shall these
bones live?
Shall these bones live?
And dust be raised?
And dust be raised?
For all we yearn,
All we discern
Shall turn, turn, turn,
As all good people must,
And turn to dust.
And shall these
bones live?
We strive to learn,
We pine and burn.
What do we earn?
As all good people must,
We turn to dust.
And shall these
bones live?
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