Grief is a monster, that lives under your bed.
And in quiet times, he creeps into your head.
Grief like a thief, comes to steal your mind.
And whatever he leaves for you, is very unkind.

A sorrow so deep, you feel you will drown.
And you cry and you cry, when no ones around.
Yet life goes on, and you go through the motions.
And you try your best, not to show your emotions.

Grief is always there, just under the surface.
He yanks at your heart, till you can't find a purpose.
But grief equals love, and love never dies.
So I'll find you some day, where the angels do fly.