The light in your eyes has gone
it was dwindling what’s wrong
when you feel it’s the battle you can’t fight
I will grasp your hand tight
in the depths of depression
I will make them listen and give suggestions
but ultimately it’s a path we all walk
but not alone
I love you soul to bones.
We need to question the society we take for granted
the seeds you planted
will come back to grow on your grave.
Love will always save.
The trees you planted a welcome reminder
of playing a life that’s a blinder
or a poison tree that bears fruit to poison this generation and the next
to be written and recorded in text.