• Why do I mourn an empty coffin?
    In my heart, it says they're not dead, yet,
    my mind says that's irrational thinking.

    People smile and apologize, telling me lies.
    "We're sorry, so sorry, we feel your pain."
    How can they feel my pain? All I am is numb confusion.

    I must come to accept they're dead,
    but mustn't forget to hope and believe.
    I mustn't blame myself or the Lord and I mustn't cry.

    At night I hear their whispered good-nights.
    Then silence follows and I listen for the slightest creak,
    the soft sound of footsteps as they wander away into the night.
    Have they abandoned me or gone to a place I'm not ready to follow?

    I clutch to the sheets beneath me and forget to breathe.
    Then I remember that my parents love me and believe that it must be true.
    So I fall asleep and dream of nothing, because I'm not sure what to think or even dream.

    M o m ? D a d ?
    Come back.