The Weight of the Land

I'm sorry I couldn't sew you up right

The needle was hot and stuck to blood covered hand

I want to confide it was the reason for your pain that night

I wept like a child, at the weight of the land

Crushing

I'm sorry the infection came swift

The room was stuffy, and filled with sand

Repreive of death was actually a gift

I wept like a child, at the weight of the land

Crushing you down

I'm sorry I could not overcome

Failure compounded, I watched them disband

Importance stayed, better than some

I wept like a child, at the weight of the land.

Crushing me down

I woke up one day and realized it no longer mattered.

Yes, yes.... that's how it will happen someday.