May 28, 2009 15:11
and now we must pack up every piece
of the life we used to love
just to keep ourselves at least
enough to carry on
and here's where your mother sleeps
and here is the room where your brothers were born
indentions in the sheets
where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
and it's so sad to see
the whole world agree
that they'd rather see their faces filled with flies
only I want to keep white roses in their eyes.