Dirt

I dug my hands
Into the same dark soil
Your strong hands broke open
And made teem with life

But now my own uncertain fingers
Must find a way to draw the living
From the dead and dark dirt

I do not understand why I must lose you
Or why the sunset must fade
And be so beautiful while it dies
I do not understand the good
I do not understand the bad
Or the sad

But I will look for life
I will search for beauty hiding
And I will find a way to draw the living
From the dead and dark dirt