Grand Theft Poetry

Soon:

I'm as happy as a lark consider these minutes golden
On that clear October morning children asked, why
They did not understand we ran into Reverend Bradford
He too was beaming of joy and happiness
The time is almost here we will see him soon
The children asked why must we go
The world is of chains and restrictions, constant problems
Where we are going has no restrictions, you will be free
We die soon
Soon we shall be part of the tombs full of soundless bones
Soon we will be in a much better place
The best place any person could want to be
Wake me when I'm free