I feel my heart, wrenched in knots
at the bottom of the ocean, tied to cinder blocks
Made with, sorrow and sympathy.
I reach out my hands for help, but they remain empty.
A heavy heart and desolate hands, is all I’ll have
till words bring back the dead
and lines are complete and said.
Though life is a circle with no end
You will continue to grieve
If you believe
They really leave.