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Falling to Ash


And it's really sad, how this all worked out.

I watched the scene alter, watched it all fall down.

With a tear or two, maybe three. 

I can feel them drowning, or is it me?

And then my head starts spinning - and everything starts to turn.

And I can hear their hearts beating - and feel our skin burn.

 

And I will never understand how you'd think so little of someone and decide when their time's done.

And I will never understand how this was part of God's plan but I'll just have to trust.

 

Thirteen years ago 2,996 more people were alive....

 

And I cry for them and their families, and for the places and people they will never meet.

And they were sons, so I cry for their fathers,

And the mothers, who lost their beautiful daughters.

 

And I long to give them my heart,

I long for them to never part -

from me, from you, from us.

 

And it's really sad, how this all worked out.

I watched their scene alter,

and we both fell to the ground.

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