A Means to an End: Poetry, Ramblings, Rants and Lyrics by Cody Bourque

Move On

A rope from the tree,

Tied in a knot,

Beckons to me,

I can hear it now

A nice little spot,

To rest my head,

Out of ear shot,

No one can hear

The red rain falls,

The crimson sky flies,

A new day calls,

Another one's dead

The strangling rope,

Tied in a knot,

No more hope,

From the body attached

A family gathers,

Minus one,

Mother's and father's,

From around the globe

The tears trickle lower,

Towards the mossy ground,

To water the flowers,

To grow new life

We must forget,

Must move on,

Do not fret,

Over one little loss

And throughout the years,

The struggle will worsen,

As you remember the tears,

Shed for the fallen child

We must learn to love,

To forgive the past,

See fields of doves,

not a murder of crows

We must move on,

We must not give up,

We must move on,

Because the past isn't real.