Eccedentesiast

On My Way

We were content

With our okay lives

Trying to forget

The shadows of

Her demise

Her voice was sweet 

Like Honey Dew

That's what they tell me

So I shall pass this on to you

I grasped on tightly

To what what was left

Only for it to be taken away from me

In 

One

Short

Breath

I'm on my way

To getting it back

And on that fateful day

And on that fateful day

Well,

I haven't thought it through.

But I'm

On My Way