As the pain hits,
My vision gets blurry.
I’m on my way,
I don’t get what’s the hurry.
My body is hot,
Rage is brewing,
I’m all alone,
Sitting and stewing.
What do I do when I cannot see?
As I feel my blood start to boil;
How do I break these chains to be free?
I am the shot and recoil.
Where did I get all of this rage?
Some say it might be grief;
Invisible bars are on my cage,
This pain is beyond relief.
I want to smash your face,
Sometimes it’s too much to bear.
I’m just trying to find my place,
If I died would anyone care?

We are just small fragments,
Stitched, glued and burned together,
Life is just a series of moments,
A mosaic of pain and pleasure.

Rest in peace,
While we rest in pieces.

You move into the light,
While the heaviness has us bound,
We can try to make light,
But our faces are pressed into the ground.

Rest in peace,
While we rest in pieces.

How do we move forward while taking a stand?
What is my life without you in it?
How can we let go and still hold hands?
Is the answer supposed to be a secret?

The dead rest in peace,
While we pick up the pieces.

We will create our mosaics with fire and tears,
We will make all the pieces fit.
Your death caught us unawares,
The grief is just hard to admit.