dallas

March 1st, 2003

 listen to the mp3

you died somewhere overe dallas
the sky was so clear that day
as we wept it hid itself
behind a mournful gray

so now we pick up the pieces
will they help us understand?
you were born to fly
in death, never to land

as the sun dips to kiss the west
and the east slides into shadow
we here who are left
wonder why you had to go

Entry Filed under: Death