Severely ravaged but not nearly enough, plenty of time left to refill the cup
The tip of the arrow still embedded in chest
Give it time the body will digest
Reflections ripple memories with softly sung melodies
The breeze through the trees will remedy the dark disease
Broken halo held up with scotch tape and glue
Black out drunk on scotch but still remember you
In the wake of disaster children still at play
People paint their souls with every word they say