the final scene

As I sit here listening to every word you’ve said,

About everything  youve been through

And how you should have been dead.

I dont think anyone could speak of a tragedy

Without at least whispering your name.

And my pebbles are building to mountains

and Im buried in feeling the same

I wish you knew,

I wish you would understand.

The words that I wont dare to say

Are the very things you demand 

Into their hearts we grow

And I suppose its the white dress and the rain

That melts it into the soil to regrow me insane.

Oh its hard to plant the night and bury the day.

But the leaves keep piling around every word i pray.

Their tears flood the rivers and break down the doors

The worries find  their resting place in the cracks of the floors.

With my confidence and every page in the history books torn,

For our grandchildren and theirs we fill it in with our very own.