The day my heart stood still was the day he went away
I know I don’t know him, not even a little
But his death affected
Someone I’m so close to
And to think my heart still hurts from my grandmothers’ death
And to think that the tears I cry are so real
It’s hard to explain the unexplainable
no words can be formed
It’s hard to predict
Who else story will be put on hold, until their next lifetime can appear
It’s too hard
To write words to the dead
And it’s so hard
To write words from an empty cage
I must decide if I want to put my heart on hold
Or do I let my feelings show
I need an angel
To stand over my shoulder
And to protect my heart from this pain again