Home for grave (part. ii)

By the time she heard the news
The funeral had taken place
But still the sadness transcended across a dozen states
She wished the trees weren’t so still
Oh Anna, my dear!, she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, the last time they’d spoken

Those moments in Indiana felt like yesterday
And that crash in Atlanta would always resonate
She wished the trees weren’t so still
As if the pines could weep with her
Oh Anna, my dear!, she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, the last time they’d spoken

In the forests of Oregon her breath grew shallow
The air was fractured in the morning storm and Anna’s world felt hollow
She wished the trees weren’t so still, as if the pines could weep with her
Move along now, you’re next
This line won’t wait for us
Like Ian, soon Anna, we will all fail the test
Move along now, you’re next
This line won’t wait for us
Oh Anna, my dear!, she could nearly hear him
His words, sincere, keep us all heartbroken