A tattooed little boy
cried for help
but his cries
dried up
a thousand
tears.
He sang his song
and echoed our souls
even when his own
was losing iridescence.
Do you know pain
so dire you can’t even
feel it?
Darkness so black
you can’t even
see it?
It’s a cancer
on our light
and the more it festers;
the less we see it.
Because we live with it
while it kills us inside.
There is no peace
for a mind that is no more.
No more suffering.
No more pain.
No more joy.
No more cancer.
No more light.
Your soul is your song
and it will live in every heart
that you saved
and every hope that
shines
a light
on a
tomorrow
you will never have.
We can’t forgive you
for what you’ve done
but we don’t know your pain.
We can’t forget you
or your song
when we recall your name.
And In the end
We swim against the rising waves
And crash against the shore
The body bends until it breaks
The early morning sings no more
So rest your head
It’s time to sleep
And dream of what’s in store
The body bends until it breaks
And sings again no more
’cause time has torn the flesh away
The early morning sings no more
