broken windshield glass and a beautiful boy
how many more tears can be shed?
crying during a volleyball game is just the beginning
i like to think you were standing still in a
white room
with Him
being touched by all the angels
being held by God himself
you are holy
and righteous
and true
these are the times the try men's souls
we walk around in agony
you're watching from above
this is all for you can't you see?
we're mourning for ourselves
because truth be told you're laughing
and watching football with great grandad
i wonder if your arms were open
to death i mean
did you feel it coming fast?
did your last seven seconds play a slideshow
of everyone you loved?
i wonder what your last words were
something as little as "cool"
it's haunting me and all i see is your
shing face above
and with open arms
i moved on