funeral.

no longer will i wander
amongst the branches and trees
no longer will i wonder
what has happened to my beliefs

gone are the days we'd falter
as we look towards the sky
cautioning the morning
we're sent away to die

and all my life i've been waiting
for something that would not come
done in by hesitation
and forsaking everyone

succumb to those shortcomings
crucified by my dreams
names recalled in passing
to come apart at the seams

and all my life i've been waiting
for something that would not come
done in by hesitation
and forsaking the forsaken