I've cried a thousand times
At your work, I hold it high.
I wish on all your words like a star
To catch it shooting with my eye,
Make out spectacular stardust left behind,
let it sprinkle upon my mind.
I see the Reaper's garment, made of whimsy, where he'd hide and
Stayed burning inside you for years.
All the while you never lied.
And I thank you.
And I'm sorry.