Wearing black, I stood in the white light of your innocence
In my sorrow, I shared your new peace and comfort
From arms that you could never find here.
Standing in front of the mourners, I cried
my back hiding all of my tears
I'm waiting for God to absolve you now
and I'm looking back over the years...
I search for some kind of sanity, gazing at your face
A face that no longer sees my pain to comfort
I stand alone with all of my fear.
This ritual of burying our loved ones
is cruel to the ones left behind
Yet a necessary rite, we must honor
A soul that was giving and kind...
Standing at your gravesite, the finality setting in
Torn between my own grief, and your longed for escape
Wishing for something I've lost inside.
Knowing now, that this loss is forever
Death never gives back what it takes
My tears falling down on your casket
as slowly my heart cracks and breaks...
Though I know you are free from your sorrow
For me, there is no tomorrow...
So, along with this rose I leave for you
I tear out my heart, and leave that too... |