You have to begin to believe
That in just a few short days
So much death could conquer our mindset
You have to begin to think, why?
When the heart stops beating
When the eyes close
All they see is one last light
And all we hear is one last breath
All of you, love of mine, may the city mourn
When your silhouette of a paper heart tears down
And tears freed from your eyes cages run down
All of you, love of mine, know that I am here
My shoulder will be wet for you
My bones will shiver for you
My prayers will resound along the airwaves
And I whisper, "Weep, like He did"
My broken sister, how heartfelt your cry is
I can't see you, but my arms are reaching
Don't drop yours now, I'm holding on
Until then, mourning will soon heal you
3/05/2009
Again, You Signal Me
Written by Unknown at 9:40 PM
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