They say this pain it goes
away,
They say with time it eases,
If this then be true why do I think of you?
If this then be true why do I think of you?
Every time a death comes by,
Every time I hear the Word,
Wonder I why you had to die.
Why when I see to study,
Why when I start to write,
Do my eye not stay dry?
Why when I start to write,
Do my eye not stay dry?
Why cant I pick up a pen?
Why cant I draw again?
Why cant I draw again?
It has been nigh three
summers,
Since death took you home,
Yet still here I morn,
And long for the eternal home.
Since death took you home,
Yet still here I morn,
And long for the eternal home.
Your words and your guidance,
Your smile and your laugh,
Still linger on though you are gone.
Your smile and your laugh,
Still linger on though you are gone.
Why did God say I must
journey on?
© 2005 MMH/MMN
In honor of my mentor/spiritual big brother, Samuel, who died in 2002. Yes, I still struggle with survivors guilt/ptsd from his death and the others from the "year of sorrow".
~ Morria
