A mother's son is torn from her in the front line,
She pushes it away and wishes she had told him to stay.
A girl is plagued with pain as another fist comes down on her,
She covers it with makeup and ignores the real pain in her heart.
A brother feels regret of an argument and a foul exchange of words,
Only too late as his sibling is found dead with no paper in his wallet.
How we wish it had never happened,
How we want to ignore it all,
How we want to take it all back,
How foolish are we.
They say the only constant is change,
Tell me one thing that does not follow this rule.
The pain we feel is a sign of change,
For it to be better or worse is completely up to you.
Grief has a strange hold on people,
The only way to break its grip is to move on.
You live and breathe on this day for a reason,
Own up to it.
