No One Can Live Forever
The seasons come, seasons go. A wildwood flower blooms from the snow and someone says, “That’s how it’s supposed to be.” They nod their heads, I slowly bleed. We don’t have the answers here, in the great beyond they hold them dear. They don’t know how hard I try. Why do our loved ones have to die?

Last night I dreamed I walked alone down a road of broken stone. I called out to you in the July night, woke up to find that I was right. The door’s been closed, the window too. Behind four walls I think of you. No one knows how hard I try. Why do our loved ones have to die?

I watch the line go around the curve, feel the road off every nerve. I hear the roar, it fills my mind; the wind blows free, suspending time. No one can live forever, it’s true; no one should except for you. You don’t know how hard I try. Why do our loved ones have to die?