This could be my trial For all the tears I didn't shed For all the times I didn't mourn For every instance that I left instead
Of pretending death is something beautiful If that were true These obituaries would sound much more like poetry And the dead would be embraced not grieved
No one would dare wear black to their mothers wake Whether you think they're gone forever or in a better place The wind won't apologize for the stalks it sways I won't apologize when the stalks begin to sway
Until you see death in that childs eyes Can you truly appreciate their smile Vigor grows through those wounds they left behind And I won't use my hands to shield my eyes
If you promise not to grin if I go blind You said this sickness was so fucking fleeting 'Your world's absurd' the old men sing But these kids think actions carry meaning
