Death truly is a binding force
A way by which we all connect
Through such loss we choose our own course
Yet still come together in grief, in regret.
I'm not ashamed to admit my loss
The burden I feel each time I wake
Every memory bringing new pain and pause
Every thought bringing a new sudden quake.
But my heart is not bitter to this
For everyone knows such suffering
Instead I feel calm, some how at peace
To know I'm not the only one recovering.
And there is beauty even in death
A hard thing to realize I know
For with that loss in a single breath
A new seed blossoms, others can grow.
Death trumps our t.v. Our schools and homes
Death takes loved ones and strangers
Death is felt in our fingers, bones,and souls
Death tells us stories, of life, and of dangers.
But I have seen death, felt its toll
And yet I still live to tell the tale
For death may steel all sign of hope
But through our own strength we still prevail.
We come together at deaths door
At the towers, in Boston, wherever we're called
And we all unite; strong, weak, rich, or poor
For we are one in deaths heart whether here or abroad!
So yes, in death there can be beauty
As hard as it may seem to see
For with loss your life is lonely, uprooted
But it brings out a voice of it's own called unity.