the print you left bear just witness to the forceful push with which you thrust yourself out from this world your own very being launched away from this temporary hold
you are never gone the letters of your name a scar that never heals
so be the bow and the arrow be the rope and the angered scream as time now eats away at the unmarked graves and indifferent winds take speed over lands of uncertainty to hold what can be held against the coming dark
in the minds of the hollow hollowed out your words rang once so true
you are never gone the letters of your name a scar that never heals you are never gone for you are ours now we hold you in our hearts
there are still tremors the occational sparks a voice unheard from the empty void (you left behind)
we can still feel it your body turned loose in the darkness grief as the razor within these walls of skin to the end of forever to the end
you are never gone the letters of your name a scar that never heals
so be the bow and the arrow be the rope and the angered scream you are never gone as indifferent winds take speed over lands of uncertainty you are never gone