We talk of death,
they are not afraid
of the cold, dark quiet world
that awaits.
They don't face the idea everyday
that their young best friend might not be here to stay.
Young and beautiful,
funny and strong,
I have to pray that she won't be gone.
When she has been the one
to awaken me when I am sleeping
I'm terrified of the thought of weeping
the idea that you are not here
is one that i cannot bare.
Death is a topic that is always in the back of my mind
but now we are talking about it for this class time.
I think of the one who has stolen my heart,
a world without him- I would not know where to start.
That stupid thing in his brain,
not knowing what will happen
is driving me insane
and causing immense pain.
My love,
I can't imagine living in a world without you,
it would be a sharp, stabbing pain
that I could not admit to be true.
My love is the song of my soul
without him my world would be so cold.
I cannot think this way,
my best friend and my love are here to stay.
They will be healthy and fine
everything will be alright in time.
So we continue to talk about death,
I'll be okay,
my love and my best friend are the best.
Together we will triumph this quest.