sometimes this vein,
it breaks and bursts,
entirely filled with grief,
for someone lost to early,
to the man aboves,
harsh greed,
to remembrance of the better times,
when we let each other breathe

sometimes this vein,
is angered,
as am I, most of the time,
with the wishes and the grants that,
I know get left behind,
and I just don’t want to leave you,
it just doesn’t feel kind,
but the man in the sky wants me,
so I have to go this time

sometimes this vein,
it makes me cry,
sometimes it makes me scream,
it wonders and it ponders,
what does it all mean?
as I wilt and then I waiver,
between this life and the next,
sometimes it makes me wonder,
sometimes it stops in its tracks,
why your life and not mine,
I long to have you back