Grief wants you to feel guilt
in your gladdest times.
You look him in the eye.
You ask him,
"What more can I do?"
You tell him I've given everything I have.
One day,
you have to turn your head
from the past of everything done and said.
(And) When you hang your head
do not dare hang it in shame.
There is no name to cast a blame.
Let it rest in a moment to linger
in the loving arms of life -complete.
So the coldest shivers of the mind can,
in time, allow some sun to shine
