How can there be so much loss?
Day after day the words are death
It seems the world is filled with destruction
Death both mourned and celebrated
The heart breaks from mourning
Saying goodbye to family
Knowing that home will never be the same
Now visiting graves instead of people
The heart breaks because there is no time
One role must be chosen above another
The heart is filled with remorse
Some decisions should never be made!
Is it not written, to choose others before self?
Is it not written to mourn with those who mourn?
Is it possible to stand above grief?
Can tears be saved for another day?
The broken heart is not willing to wait
When tears flow, there is no comfort