Storms come by night,
creating hell in the day.
Parenthood never ends,
nor does love go away.
Experiences last so long,
yet fear's never do end.
Cherished memories die,
along with each friend.
But, it's not true death,
where they leave not a thing -
they've left us with their heart
at the bottom of the food chain.
Ready to be captured, and
We think it's six feet below,
our minds tell us such lies.
Truly life's just moving slow,
since no one can hear . . .
the sea horses gurgled cries.
