Maybe For You, there's a tomorrow.
I stood and watched the trees grow tall,
The breeze grow strong, the leaves each fall.
My friends grew up, their faces changed
And time moved on, so prearranged.
Who made the clock, the endless beat,
And didn’t care who we'd one day meet?
It’s heavy now, this weight I bear,
A truth too sharp, too raw to share.
When you're young, they don't explain
The way that life can end in pain.
No more laughter, no more breath
No one tells you about death.
That’s why the first loss hurts the most
A vanished voice, a missing ghost.
No one warned you that you might
Attend your mom’s last sleep that night.
Your dad, your sister, cousin too
Even your best friend, lost from view.
Time’s a circle, wide and deep
And who designed it hated sleep.
People can be cruel or kind,
Love can twist and cloud the mind.
Not always, no—but now and then,
It breaks the hearts again and again
I long for those who don’t ask why,
Or wonder when and how they’ll die.
Will I be forced to sit through everyone's funeral
And if I'm not and I do go last is happiness even doable
So I ask, in quiet sorrow:
Is it better to wait for tomorrow?
To watch the trees and breezes change,
And let the world just rearrange?
Or should I rise, stand up, grow tall
Grow with them, through it all?
Get older, face the sky
Live, and learn to question why
A