In the bustle of this day
I find myself not knowing how to say
How to tell a mother her only son is gone
How to tell a lover, you are the one
How to tell the priest, I've committed sin
How to tell it all and it not **** you in the end
How do you do this and keep yourself sane
How do you do this and not cry when it rains
I have yet to find my way
Have yet to find it never, never till today.