The tears dropped and the heart spoke low,
A final cry the world would know.
Hoping she’d answer, I gave my all,
But silence replied with a hollow call.
It burned itself, it learned to lie,
Still sang the tune though echoes die.
Broken, bleeding, facing fear,
“I’ll sing though nothing answers here.”
The dream still lingers, I trip, I fall,
I crawl through shadows, I curse it all.
The heart may crack, the body fade,
But the soul rides on, unafraid.
The dream still lingers and I often fall
I crawl hoping I’d end it all
The heart might die
But the soul still rides
Worked another twelve—wasn’t forced, wasn’t coerced, it was my choice. Tired as hell, broken, beer and no sleep clawing at me. From the moment I opened my eyes, the thoughts wrecked me: Why? Why isn’t she here? Why isn’t she fighting? Why aren’t we fighting? Why? All day, just with the FUCKEN why. And then I remembered the cry of the Kauaʻi ʻōʻō. That’s how it felt—the heart out there singing, no one listening. But still, it sang. Even at the end, it never gave up.
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