Home is where my heart dies

Home is where my heart dies 

By Bishop M.

As I stare at you can't help but feel

You and I were meant to be

Both of us laying under this oak tree

I remember when I took that kneel

To protect you at all cost was my vow

From any danger even at the cost of blood and bone

I have obviously failed since you lie under this headstone

I scream at the heavens to ask why and how

Looking back at photos we took

Frolicking through fields of flowers

Time felt so fast days felt like hours

Now it's at a sloths pace

Drowning in my emotions within this place

We used to call home