Skeletons line the wall
One by one, they start to fall...

Come to my room
How have I missed you...

There they all stood
Horns on their head...

Why have they gone away
My father among these men...

I tried to keep things together
While you were letting go of us...

It flew in to say a last goodbye
While she lay in bed...

I promised I would carry on
That we would wed...

I can hear the sound of silence
On this highway where I stand...

You died, didn't say goodbye
With a knife you went awry...

Born without a hand
Some said you'd die...

I've found him, the one
Took him long enough...

To attempt to explain poetry
Is to try to keep water in open hand...