Five years in the wilderness
Walking from impending fate
Thinking we should suffer less
Lick your wounds but don't let them heal
You know now there is no sin
Cling on to the seconds you steal
A trail of ash is close behind
A faceless fear that we won't name
Cauterized without a wound
Sentenced to a headless tomb
Ashes smother the awful sound
And fall like leaves onto the ground
Shed no tear for the final breath
But wait in silence for a little while
The worst crime committed by death
Is when a parent can't bury their child
A trail of ash is close behind
A welcome relief to this endless pain