Last Resting Hope

What we did is now done

Where we went is bygone

There is no going back

to that pubescent dawn

What we had is long lost

How we lived oft forsworn

Every living soul cursed

with the gift of being born

What we said is erased

Every minced word thus mute

Leaving only the rife

dying notes of the flute

With but one gasp at hand

When all trances are riven

The last resting hope is

to just be forgiven