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    I can't seem to remember how many friends I've carried
    How many I've cried for, how many I've buried
    How many different mothers I've watched shed tears
    I seem to have forgotten over all these years
    and I can't seem to remember that most grisly sound
    The cranking of the chains as they're lowered in the ground
    The thud of the dirt as the caskets disappear
    and the names on the headstones, so glossy and clear
    and I can't seem to remember all of the late night cries
    sitting on the porch, looking toward the skies
    as I tell my friends I'm sorry and drop tear after tear
    and I just can't believe that they can't hear

    How would I cry out to my friends
    how could I tell them that they're missed
    because where would people go...
    if God doesn't exist

    I can't seem to remember the day my mama passed away
    screaming to her "No! Mama, please just stay"
    Hanging my head sadly, dropping down to one knee
    knowing I just lost the greatest part of me
    and I just can't remember not crying, for my brothers
    concealing the tears, pretending for others
    Telling them "Hang on" and "Be strong like me"
    "We have to stick together because we're family"
    I can't seem to remember when I finally got to cry
    It seemed like a week before my eyes were dry
    I finally got to show my mom how much she means to me
    and I just can't believe that she can't see

    How would I cry out to my loved ones
    how could I show them that they're missed
    because where would people go...
    if God doesn't exist

    I probably won't remember the day that I die
    or being resurrected in the midnight sky
    as I listen to the sound, the beautiful sound
    of a multitude of angels gathered around
    and I don't think I'll remember feeling all the pain
    the days of sorrow, the days of rain
    The times when I was of the world, the times when I was bound
    All the times that I got lost, before I was finally found
    but the one thing I'll remember are the ones I'll leave behind
    I'll be in their hearts, and I'll be on their mind
    They'll know that I am there every time they turn around
    and they just won't believe I'm just forever in the ground

    I will know that I am loved
    and I will know that I am missed
    and it's all because of God...
    that I even exist
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