Couldn’t Death make an exception just this once
Instead of welding its scythe place to place
Breaking the chains that keep us here
Unraveling the breath that keeps us moving
Couldn’t Death just be neglectful
Maybe for a day, a week or a year longer
Seasons are unchanging in the eyes of the Absolutes
So, why not simply allowed them to flow to endlessness
Why not curse us with the life in our bloods forever
To never see the end of days
My eyes would see no difference as long as she was here
But you, conscientious and relentless, whisked her out of my sight
From under my wing, she was left unprotected to you
Now I must pay my debt with sorrow
Until the day you feel pity for the grief you left me