Hence the sorrow
Where upon it will double tomorrow
If only Time would laugh
Before the scissors of death sharpen their craft

Her clouds form a keep sake of regret
Angles start to dance while family and friends make wagers
And bets

The heart doesn’t open it races with fear
It is not my tragedy – don’t bring your poison here

To take the hand is to pay the price – how much do I owe for the gift of life