The next morning I woke up
and smelt the roses from the funeral pyre...

The air in my face
never felt so good...

She was his everything
and she still...

The flowers I planted
At the house I used to live...

I see him at the park
and I know he's looking at me...

I stand here, in this place
every single morning...

Today I painted a sign
And posted in the gym...

Last night we had an argument
yes, it was really dumb...

There are fires burning
deep inside my soul...

Here it is, Mother's Day
Without dad, you must hurt...

Show me the heart
that you have kept ever so carefully...

I grasp the pencil
between my fingers...