To know is to grieve
to actually feel something
the pain of the steady beating drum
the weight of one last goodbye.
To know is to hurt
to know there is nothing
and you can do nothing about it
until that one last sad goodbye.
To know is to love
to feel for those few souls
that even with hard work is here
until that one last terrible goodbye.
To know is to feel
the pain that millions scream
they make your ears bleed out
to that one last forgotten goodbye.
To know is to be afraid
to not know what awaits you
the pearly gates aren’t what you fear
it’s that one last goodbye.