Let it be

Sinking and afloat,
Are today and tomorrow,
What is left to gloat,
Are some moments to borrow
What was had was deserved,
And what is lost was never there,
Let that be the one revered,
For there is nothing more to share,
Voices of the anonymous,
Warn against becoming a memory,
It might be considered blasphemous,
To render failure its glory,
Let the vanished be gone evermore,
Do not let their ghosts re-appear,
There shall be no footprints on the shore,
No reason to despair or fear,
Then He shall stand waiting to embrace,
Without waiting for you to undo all wrong,
And as he showers His grace,
You shall know where You belong.

I shall be heard

I shall speak but silently,
About the thoughts that come incessantly,
They may be trivial yet in their innocence,
Do not like to be treated in irreverence,
I see those feelings needing an expression,
Describe every color and emotion,
I always speak but unheard,
Are the sounds of every word,
I have a voice of my own,
A tone to which you are so unknown,
May be dumb for you but I am alive,
I shall make this voice survive,
Without words of pomp and glory,
I shall fully live my story.

Ash

A life of flesh and blood,
Burnt to ash once dead,
No reasons to justify,
And no one to ratify,
No feeling to emote,
Nor messages to quote,
Spared from every bondage,
But not the end of its voyage,
With nothing more to burn,
There remains ash in the urn,
And it shall wait to be set free,
Only when it meets the sea.