Keep On Keeping On

Undissipated

The one who hanged from the tree,

Why can I not escape from thee,

Your haunting soul stays with me,

Why must this have to be,

You becken and call out,

Your wish I know without a doubt,

To leave this dreaded, hateful place,

So once again we can meet face to face,

That vision brings me much of glee,

And I doubt that there'd be any plee,

But for now your spirit I'll see,

And I'll wait to see what will be;