I've been in rooms, when a loved one has died
I drove my car, slowly, at a fatal accident scene
The world keeps turning, even if I grieve loss
Bleeding continues, flesh dies from the inside
A gray sky overhead, the world appears surreal
As we stop and finally choose to count the cost
There is nothing in our hands, to stop the dying
No way to forever endure, without seeing an end
The dream was lost long ago, to live is to suffer
Throughout childhood, voices I heard were lying
Saying there is reason, purpose, a message sent
All there is, is birth, thanks to our blessed mother
The path goes on, but I have no desire to follow
Grieving of life and living, has left me hollow
