Do I dare look down beneath my feet
Uncover what’s buried eight feet underneath
My heart stutters, slurs, it skips a beat
Loose the soil, dig and shovel, I must dig deep
Excavate until I reluctantly reach
Dust and ashes, sticks and stones
Those old, fragile and brittle bones
I’ve shaken my shadows
Shattered the silence with my endless pleas
I’ve awakened the dead
Confronted the ghosts that have no teeth
I must persist
I am determined to seek
I shall find His peace
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