I watched her walk through
dew pearled roses, wind softly...
The time comes when those
whom we have loved...
I'm in so much pain
Because people won't stay...
I'll never get to meet you,
I'll never get to see your face...
There's faux satisfaction in relief,
Mislead as faith and true belief...
Some people say,
that men don't cry...
Pain can’t be understood.
To do so...
they called
and asked...
My mother’s face
announcing my father’s death...
You walked too close to the fire, orange boy,
but I loved the smell of smoke on your warm fur...
Time's been like a tornado
fleeting through my fingers yet...
Darkened in her room,
she climbs out of bed...