Grief

I burned your letter
I was always such a cliché
Who deserved better
Than what you gave for three decades

Home for the funeral
The funeral of my home
Eyes red again
I can't get this winter from my bones

You were staring at the screen
As I held my breath
Staring at the screen
As I died a death
Staring at the screen
'Til all colour left
What use are your thoughts and your prayers now?

You painted only
What you held inside your frame
But life comes to more than just your hurt and your pain

You deserved better
Than what he gave for nine decades
Nothing left to say
Nothing left
Nothing left

You were staring at the screen
As I held my breath
Staring at the screen
As I died a death
Staring at the screen
'Til all colour left
What use are your thoughts and your prayers now?

Deeply, I breathed courage
Into the panic that had all but gripped me
Staring at the dragon
Who'd etched fear into my bones since day one
Clutching my inner child in one arm
I lay those fears to rest with the other
A new home I will build within
The bus is here



Credits
Writer(s): Enda Cahill
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