The Stranger

This could be my trial

For all the tears I didn't shed

For all the times I didn't mourn

For every instance that I left instead

Of pretending death is something beautiful

If that were true

These obituaries would sound much more like poetry

And the dead would be embraced not grieved

No one would dare wear black to their mothers wake

Whether you think they're gone forever or in a better place

The wind won't apologize for the stalks it sways

I won't apologize when the stalks begin to sway

Until you see death in that childs eyes

Can you truly appreciate their smile

Vigor grows through those wounds they left behind

And I won't use my hands to shield my eyes

If you promise not to grin if I go blind

You said this sickness was so fucking fleeting

'Your world's absurd' the old men sing

But these kids think actions carry meaning

I knew I never could believe in them