Drown out hunger with stale red wine on a Monday night;

Time has no meaning when all meaning was buried with her

On that day no one had the courage to talk about, but alas,

Here I am, singing and reciting her obituary like

My bones were modeled from such disaster;

Like the pain made a throne for hope to sit,

Like I did not search for her spark in every elderly persons eyes

I've ever came across;

Like looking for a needle amidst a hay stack,

Like searching for someone who had mirror eyes

To reflect back my own gaping hole of resistance;

A refusal so strong it broke my bones at every dusk

And rose to mend them at every dawn,

I sing for every inch of sorrow she felt

Moments before her head met stone 

In a silent agreement of the end

I look for her in every mother, in every sad story I've ever heard,

In every bottom of a bottle; In every faint smile from a strangers lips

I look for her in every sunrise, And every time the sun sets

Reminds me of another day recklessly spent

Searching for someone I will never

See again