The preachers sing the melody of the broken hearted tonight,
as the stars bow down to comfort those who weep.
A fragile state of disarray and weakness,
engulf those left behind.
I'll borrow a moment of time now
to remember you in all your forms.
Allow the gates to open,
I'm ready for my barrier's omission.
Let emotion flow like rugged tides,
Rough against my stone walls.
Mourning comes,
when memories reveal themselves in your vulnerable state.
It's a nasty trick - grief,
An endurance test I didn't pass.
