They walk in line with their heads down;
I see my mother in a black gown
My father beside her, a tear in his eye,
And I watch from above the heavy sky
The procession is slow
They pass by the coffin with woe
A sort of lethargy,
An unutterable melancholy
Had descended upon me
When Ana heard my plea
But I was no longer alone
Once she sat me upon her throne
With every failing breath I grew stronger
And restricted much longer
The pain which I had held inside
The love which I felt denied
As bones protruded from skin
A confidence grew within
But lower was never enough
And hiding from the world was tough
The numbers went down
Still imperfection made me frown
And bit by bit, my flesh decayed
The light began to fade
No matter what I paid
No matter what I weighed
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
They walk in line with their heads down;
I see my mother in a black gown
My father beside her, a tear in his eye,
And I watch from above the heavy sky
The procession is slow
They pass by the coffin with woe
A sort of lethargy,
An unutterable melancholy
Had descended upon me
When Ana heard my plea
But I was no longer alone
Once she sat me upon her throne
With every failing breath I grew stronger
And restricted much longer
The pain which I had held inside
The love which I felt denied
As bones protruded from skin
A confidence grew within
But lower was never enough
And hiding from the world was tough
The numbers went down
Still imperfection made me frown
And bit by bit, my flesh decayed
The light began to fade
No matter what I paid
No matter what I weighed
