Letter To The Dead

Every photograph is peeling

the colors turn to gray, this day

there is always memories for days, these days

an undertow of futures laid to waste, embraced

by the loss of one he could not replace

and there's no reason that she'd pass

and there is no god with the plan, it's sad

and his holiness is proof, it's said

he could only know how you have sinned

the world swings through a passing fable

a fate we made a way, we say

holding on, live within our own ways

he lit a match, he laid in bed

hoping their dreams will bring her back, it's sad

and his holiness is proof, they said

he could only love you, it's said

oh in his last breath, believing

he'll make his way

if she's not forgotten

he's haunted

he's searching for escape

if just one wish could bring her back, it's sent

and his holiness is proof, it's said

he will always love you, he said