Apr 17, 2006 12:43
I watched you die again today,
the gunshot echoing through my brain.
You cry out
but I'm still blind to the moment.
Maybe somewhere in a dream,
someone mourns for you.
Maybe in a land far away,
there is a Heaven for you,
and Her as well.
Maybe if we all dream hard enough,
we can give you a place to rest.
Somewhere on the back of a yellow truck,
you stare to the sky and dream
with a friend by your side.
Maybe you think about how his hair blends in
with the old yellow paint,
or who the guy is that's driving you.
Maybe there are brothers and sisters,
friends or Family you think about.
You knew they were coming, didn't you?
You knew you couldn't escape.
So I'll go on a journey to find you,
and travel long roads,
and ride in yellow trucks.
And when we get to Midgar...