there’s a deep hole inside of my chest
I reach in to grab my rapid beating heart
but it doesn’t rest
I toss and turn and some days I can’t get out of bed
ever since I heard the news that you are dead
I keep digging and digging to find the truth
you want me to rest, but I say what’s the use?
I can’t after knowing what these people did to you
I’d walk to the ends of the world just to honor you
I carry you in my heart
yet I wonder how it is...