Anthem for the Dead
Anthem for the Dead
Try not to be cross
Through fury, pain, and loss
Dead, I know
Even though it hurts to show,
A phantom forgot
Won’t be missed a lot
I know what I did
And the anger I hid,
My fingers close air
When you’re not there
Just a specter of hate
Horribly irate,
There are no bells
No places where the light quells
No sanctuary from my pain
Just bitter, bitter rain,
Someone once said
Even though you’re dead
Try to find that song
To help pull you along,
And as the bugs dine
On what used to be mine
My spirit still fights for dawn
That small glimmer to carry on.
Try not to be cross
Through fury, pain, and loss
Dead, I know
Even though it hurts to show,
A phantom forgot
Won’t be missed a lot
I know what I did
And the anger I hid,
My fingers close air
When you’re not there
Just a specter of hate
Horribly irate,
There are no bells
No places where the light quells
No sanctuary from my pain
Just bitter, bitter rain,
Someone once said
Even though you’re dead
Try to find that song
To help pull you along,
And as the bugs dine
On what used to be mine
My spirit still fights for dawn
That small glimmer to carry on.