Your world is a car
A car won’t turn the key, you have to ignite it
A car won’t put itself in gear, you have to shift it
A car won’t apply the gas, you have to push the pedal
A car won’t steer itself, you have to direct it
A car Will break down, You have to fix it
Your death will sit in many empty hearts
Its weight carves out what may have remained
A barren hollow
A lonely lane
The mask will crack
Let loose the rain
Weaving fiery tracks down their face
You’ve left them now to their pain
Your death will sit in many empty hearts
I see her in the heat of July
In the bright fires that shatter the sky
Their colors maiming the perfect black
A burst of rebellion
A vicious crack
I hear her in the silent snow
And in the savage winter wind’s blow
Whispers carried home to me
A violent longing
A desperate plea
A single wish - return to me
Her smile is waxen
Her skin is cold
Her laughter faded
Her ember old
Her love is strong
It does not fade
Though sorrow’s mountain casts a shade
Her song is sung
Her tune is spent
She did not know how much she meant
Friend and foe she left behind
But still she plays amongst their minds
In the ground though she lay
Her life lives on to this day