Holocaust

So many things passing away
It’s the dead of winter
I can’t plant flowers in the snow
It’s a long road
And I’m out of breath
I’m learning to run this thing alone
And sometimes best friends become strangers
To me that’s the strangest thing .

It’s like a guitar pick
And it’s string
Never does it do the wondering

Now it all is a blaze .
So I run these miles
The faster I go
The harder I can forget
That you forgot me

But it’s not working
It’s snowing inside here
Will I get used to the cold
We’re you my sweater ?

I can’t
Find you
Any where
As I watch us on this old movie reel
The way you used to be
But now your a cold stranger
Pretending you never knew
Me .

Do you know what’s it’s like
To carry your face in your hands

As I watch us buried under
And the projector runs into the night
But I can’t feel you
I can’t see you

As the memories play in the falling snow
And I run
This path alone .