When you see the life leave the eyes of a person you love,
and you feel their soul floating about almost like a dove,
you scream and shout and cry,
you wonder why you let them die,
the sky remains in it's pretty frame you're looking for someone to blame,
you breathe the fire, taste the flame that nothing will ever be the same,
you feel the desire you face the pain,
the forced trimming of your glorious mane,
but change can be a beautiful thing and death leads to life,
And even after crying and pain you don't always feel strife,
there is good hidden in the bad,
and you don't always have to be so sad.
Sadness and tears,
only hide your fears,
I know it is strange,
but we must all face up to change.
The clouds all clear,
happiness is here,
the greening meadow is growing new grass,
and those sad things are in your past.