The End کے بول

(Is it over? Is it over now? Can I open my eyes? Are you done?) I hope death is as glamorous as You dreamt it would be, I pray for your sake it’s that I hope you found your way, Got fabulous seats Tickets, a front row view to witness our grief You yearned for the tomb The comfort of your mother’s womb The sense of control When left on your own I yearned for a part Of your decision, a place in your heart A say in the matter before you’d depart. Have you ever loved, have you ever feared That your heart could burst from pain If I was not there You gave life to us, your father and I Then took it away Without telling us why You yearned for the tomb The comfort of your mother’s womb The sense of control When left on your own I yearned for a choice A last chance to hear your frail voice Tell me “it’s alright, Get back to your night” I yearn for a fight A scream that wakes us in the night And hour of tears To hug away your fears Not this clinical silence And a name I can no longer say Not bottomless sadness That you went away