I’ve never felt so empty before,
but could you really blame me?
All that I once had is lost,
at least as far I can see.
My soul was torn, my heart was broken.
But I gotten back up and said, “Yes I can.”
Into the fight I reached in.
Only to have my heart broken again.
Now I know this is true pain.
Why do they let me live?
Though my friend is by my side,
I feel my strength about to give.
And as the mystery draws me in,
taking away my very breath,
a single question comes over me,
“Is it that I have lived through death?”