And so the days
are truly passing by
like the slowest floating
clouds in the sky
77 days to be exact
So many days
since I heard her voice
or see her smile
It's been a long while
It's all different now
each moment of every day
never sure what to say
or how I'm supposed to feel,
how I'm supposed to heal
The joys are not so joyful
the grief so much more
never sure
what the day has in store
for my heart
I see dad crumbling
with each day passing by
His tears I can now taste
in the corners of my eye
and he doesn't even know
And so the days
are truly passing by
like the slowest floating
clouds in the sky
and I still can't help but ask why
why her
why