This is a story of a cliffhanger,
Clinging on for his dearest life.
He could feel his fingernails
Slowly tearing away from his skin
As he hung miles above
The surface of the reaper's reach
And then he remembered how
He carved their names in the sand,
And how this world has once again
Loosened its grip on his hands.
Well it scares him how vividly he could recall,
That day he was replaced with grief, despair and nothing more.
His legs buckled under the hefty weight of the truth,
As the sinking sensation permeates his consciousness like a sedative
At the funeral, they said his father had been a brave man
And was too young to die,
And the child he had been asked,
"Why hadn't he told me goodbye?"
All he left was a mourning crowd in the dark shroud,
A rusted pocket watch
And a sleek fountain pen he would bring around.
And he questions,
"How many lives have not been saved?"
Where does he put his faith in when God seems so far away?
Fifteen years have gone
But the wounds still hurt the same,
"I've got to be truthfully honest
But the days have not gotten better ever since."
We think about these fleeting years
Instantly gone for good.
I never blamed you and I never would
But I'd go back in time, if only I could
Love will be forever,
It's a promise that will last.
So smile, live, love and move on,
Now that my time with you has passed.
"Grieve not for me, you are the backbone of this family tree"
That resonating whisper he found so familiar
Would finally set him free
If a child's love could build a stairway
And this hurtful longing could pave a lane
I'd walk the path to heaven just to bring you back again
There's nothing left to say except I miss you everyday