The stranger

This could be my trial
For all the tears I didn't shed
For all the times I didn't mourn
For every instance that I left instead

Of pretending death is something beautiful
If that were true
These obituaries would sound much more like poetry
And the dead would be embraced not grieved

No one would dare wear black to their mothers wake
Whether you think they're gone forever or in a better place
The wind won't apologize for the stalks it sways
I won't apologize when the stalks begin to sway

Until you see death in that childs eyes
Can you truly appreciate their smile
Vigor grows through those wounds they left behind
And I won't use my hands to shield my eyes

If you promise not to grin if I go blind
You said this sickness was so fucking fleeting
'Your world's absurd' the old men sing
But these kids think actions carry meaning

I knew I never could believe in them