Jules Mur

By: Jules MC

Moored to land forgotten
All but me begone.
All but the remains of those begotten,
As I pray for the song of swan.
Maw the rope not yet rotten,
So you take me at dawn.
I’m afraid I’m misbegotten,
Son of someone long foregone.
When will I be gone?
Across the ocean, place bygone
For I don’t think I can bear on…
And this is something that must go on.
As I only pray for the song of swan,
And for the curtains to finally be drawn.