The past is ever present
Cemented in our minds
The present is upon us
Like grapes upon the vines.
As the future beckons loudly
We consider then and now
As we take each step along life's path
Until we take our final bough
When lives are ripped from the hearts that they leave
Bleeding and torn, their souls left to grieve
Those who are gone are released from the pain
Those who are left, mindlessly stroll in the rain
Wandering, wondering, the ground feels like quicksand
How will they go on? This wasn’t the plan!
The ocean of tears is only quenched by the light
As the spirit who lives on takes their heavenly flight