With each word written
I'm ripping out the stitches
so that I may never heal.

All I want in life is to live, laugh and love
To simply look to the blue skies above
and have no worries, even for just a day
but life keeps taking close people from me away

I'm surrounded by death and loss
people tell me to turn to the cross
but that can't heal this pain
only time can help it not to remain

I'm coming to my last breath
inches from what I feel is death
it's just merely my heart crying
wondering why so many are dying

one, two, three, four, five
I count less close people that are alive
It's such a burden to contain
No matter how much I pass on, I'm always in the rain.

I wait for the day for that person to cross my path
That can calm my darkness's wrath
To simply hold me close to their heart
and to see the sun and the rain clouds rip apart.

A mother and son standing at the edge of it.*

"What happened?"

"Some say it was a fire, but I don't believe it."

"Why not?"

"Well, a fire that big would've left marks, but there's no scorched earth or anything."

"Then what was it?"

"Poor engineering, maybe. Or some great storm came and knocked it down. Maybe a combination of the two? No one really knows for sure. What do you think?"

"I think . . . I think it just fell in on itself. They built it too big. It couldn't stay that big like that. It just broke apart one day."

"Hmm. Well you know what?
I think you might be right . . . "