Even though time has passed,
I wail to the sky mother,
This weekend is hard.
Time is but a veil,
My moans are all consuming,
The wound is still raw.
Does it ever cease?
Do I even want it to?
As long as I grieve
You stay.
Even though time has passed,
I wail to the sky mother,
This weekend is hard.
Time is but a veil,
My moans are all consuming,
The wound is still raw.
Does it ever cease?
Do I even want it to?
As long as I grieve
You stay.