Willow sleeps beneath the storm
Grandfather’s bark is old and worn
Willow’s branches swaying in the breeze
Grandfather’s losing all his leaves
Mother said that you were gone
Twenty one grams had left your bones
They drew that sheet upon your face
Our universe displaced
I don’t really wanna talk about it
No not now
All I ever do is think about it
And how it all came crashing down
Yeah I know it isn’t fair
The rug was ripped from under all of our feet
Yeah I know it isn’t fair
The worst is over, It has to be
I won’t forget the way that your face looked
Your mouth was open wide
Nothing behind your eyes
I’ve been selfishly been hanging on to you
If you see the door
It’s okay, just go
Let go
I don’t really wanna talk about it
No not now
All I ever do is think about it
And how it all came crashing down
I know I need to talk about it
No, not now
I relive it every time I do
And see it all come crashing down
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