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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