Tears for Heros
I can cry a thousands times but it will never change anything
Not you, not me nor that honey bee over by the counter.
Yes, do you remember that spot,
Where our love was brand new,
Where the sun set every noon,
Where your skin and my skin lasted forever after?
But times have changed leaving me ashamed that a tear has left this soul.
I scream out with the will of a thousand tigers,
Begging to believe that the one I love is still alive,
Breathing, laughing and kissing my cheek with each hug.
Understanding is a big part
So I guess I've gained no knowledge.
Your cheetah prints and sticking needles
Leave reminders of your sass and will
And soul.
You never let them tear you down and neither will I.
You are my role model, before during, and after your last breathe.
Come Back! I yell "Come back!"
But what does it matter.
I cry for what? For you
For what was, for my past.
With a mix of my words
And a twist of my tongue
You dictate my life by merely staring at my thumb.
You know my pains, my fears, and my strifes.
You can feel my energy all day and all night.
So that one last time, before you set sail,
I would love to go back and say
"All hail to the queen of all life,
The princess of the night,
and the mother of all rights."
May the soul of my ancestor rest in eloquent peace
For your life was full
And did not lack but one piece.
Amen.
