Early Curtains

The honest tombstone Fails to fade away Hard as I try to return The severed roses Rest on my defeat Promises are buried in the grass Tears ebb and they flow No more moments left to grow Most people get to die Eager souls and tired eyes Minds wander astray If we all could have saved Those people who have died Without the chance to say goodbye Could I have saved him If I'd been around Would my presence have given him hope Did I betray him Staying far away From the gloomiest side of his mind All your comforting words Never spoken, never heard Most people get to die Friends and family by their side Minds wander astray If we all could have saved Those people who have died Without the chance to say goodbye The last I saw her Storming out the door She was hurt, but I knew she'd be back The more I waited The deeper the regret Her return, I'd admit and amend If I had chased her We might have beat the rain But I slipped up and she slipped away Just as life was in court Early curtains cut it short Most people get to die Rest assured that it was time Minds wander astray If we all could have saved Those people who have died Without the chance to say goodbye