Monday, 3 January 2011

Funeral

I can't look back at that today
One more reminder of where I wish that I could
Leave
More than I bargained for
Few surprises but less to
Receive

Close the door
I need it
Hold me out
For something
Let me fall
No stopping
Walk away
And grieve me

Just strike a match and watch it burn
Cold never felt so good as this moment in this
Place
Shake every offered hand
All expectations on the floor in
Disgrace

Close the door
I need it
Hold me out
For something
Let me fall
No stopping
Walk away
And grieve me

Shame rolling down the hill to rest
Torn from the bodies of those unwilling to change and
Learn
Tears that are dry before they fall
So many promises to break, wait your
Turn

Close the door
I need it
Hold me out
For something
Let me fall
No stopping
Walk away
And grieve me

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