the second death of me is about to have me changed
there is no strength in me left and I cannot be saved
and even though I thought I had already been dead
it seems I could not imagine that I could have a second end

what do you say to a mother that has just lost her son
there’s no way you can make her feel better make her stop
crying, weeping, being in pain which nothing can make go away
nothing that the mind can imagine of; nothing to say

Silence! Yes, silence! Silence louder than words
silence that makes your spine chill but still no words
first an uncle has gone and then a best friend has gone
and every time I die with them but I am not gone

I am right here, forced to change…

Sweet Floyd

05.04.2012