I was too young to remember
But in the midst of November
After 16 years of perfect,
My brother was told to leave.
Living in another state,
And a lifetime away,
He crashed down on the road,
And the whole world believes
That he's in a better place
He's in a brighter place
And I don't believe you,
So stop with the shit.
Because what could be better
And what could be brighter
Than with me, with us,
The best place, this is it.
You send poinsettias to say,
I'm sorry, but hey!
It's his time, he is better,
The world will still spin,
How can there be a God
If it's all a facade
To keep us together
While we live without him?
I was too young to remember,
That dark mess of November,
But hell, sue the sister
for playing the game,
Of "what-if the brother
Had lived for another
Day; month; year; lifetime"
Rather than "who's to blame?"
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Perspective (And the Power it Holds Over Us)
PuisiThe glass is half full until it starts to tip over, Your future is bright but the here/now is gone. I'm not a pessimist, I just express, What's always coming closer, 'Cause seeing all the shadows won't scare away the dawn. ~A collection of perspecti...
