She expected me to never forget her,
I realize I never will...
As I sit in this silence and think about the day,
I wonder "If you were here with me, What...
How many bodies doth one count?
More the merry body's kind...
The rain washes away the smell of the blood
And the morbid crowd desperate for a glimpse...
Oh is it really truly you I know your spirits are...
Cant you see
they dont need you...
An old lady sits
on the bed in her room...
The real me is hidden behind a mask,
And no one will see her even if they ask...
(I wrote this about a friend of mine, suffering...
Just like a little porcelain doll...
It's dark
and it's scary...
We laid in this place
Warm & blessed in God's grace...
My mind so restless with these questions
Weary from the energy you drain from me...