A snippet from a song I might finish later. Let me know what you guys think!

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A poem I wrote about my father's passing. My friend Cade often asks me, "How is your tree, friend?" This is how I have responded this time around.

Special thanks to AlKaT for adding the background music for this track.

LYRICS
To see a mortal passing shy of woe
A peaceful sight; a tear my eyes don't know
Loss within a branch that fruits
Support drives between our roots
The soil tells who's to blame
Water has yet to drain

Leaf to bare
Life not spared
A story to be told
No lesson to withhold
Other leaves are spent
Thought they understand what was meant
Rhymes from the dark
Always teeming with a spark

Days with no end
No energy to spend
Other worlds my heart shall dwell
Mostly distracting me from my Hell
Empathy given
Is another knife driven
Mustn't I bellow; mustn't I cry?
It's no one's fault that he had died

Hands to hold; arms must reach
Id' rather sit comfortably in my seat
Their mourning has driven
Me to be ridden
With uncertainty and despair
Every thought--upon my neck raises a hair

YARON-A