To The Fire

Felt the weight of your body and your mind as I traveled to the fire Holding on for dear life I felt you move above my shoulder My mother said it looked quite strange Patriarchal suits and ties I could have carried him myself Carrying my father into the fire Losing him All over again I look away, see the birds flying high Into the grey sky I wanted it to be a sign The floor shudders every time I count a train passing by I wanted it to be a sign I wanted it to be a sign You look at me and you grab my hand Say, don't you cry No, don't you cry We're on a train and it was only his time But I wanted it to be a sign I wanted it to be a sign Hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on I wanted it to be a sign I wanted it to be a sign I wanted it to be a I wanted it to be a I wanted it to be a sign I wanted it to be a sign I wanted it to be a I wanted it to be a