The
roar on Macalister Road
The
vehicles moving along everyday
The
memory of deaths may be forgotten
For
some the haunting images of the time
The
man buried underneath the road
The
body couldn't be found.....
The
road becomes his burial home
The
Macalister roaring vehicles becomes his songs
He
may not find peace in his life
Leaving
unexpectedly not even his time
His
spirit will float around
The
unlucky few will see him crying
The
family will pray for his soul
Leave
the world he knew once in his life
Yet
he will stay behind watching the day goes by
The
unlucky few will watch him cry
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