Does it ever end, this eternal graveyard of walking corpses?
I walk and see, I walk and stare, tombstones here, but you’re not there.
I feel a cool breeze brush upon my cheek, I lean in for a little peek.
A shadow of sorrow befriends me.
I feel it within me, my heart beating slow, my eyes dry like the desert.
The thought of you lingers in my mind…the memories, the laughter, the tears and sorrow.
I feel a ray of sun, a brush upon my shoulder, comforting me, whispering in my ears,
“It will all be fine.”
I find comfort in my sorrow, that I know there is a tomorrow.
I rise up slowly, my head held high,
Look up to the sky, and wave to you good-bye.