And now I’m crying
over an old song
in the quiet morning
with my dog beside me
on the couch
and the people locked away
and I can’t stop the tears
as the song
tells me stories
of before.
In the kitchen
I will eat my breakfast
and tell myself
I will find a way
to stop all this crying
before my children
wander into the room
and ask why daddy is sad
because I don’t want
to say the truth
or lie to them.
I just need to keep them safe
though I don’t know
how to do that
as the world spins foul
and the people
are hidden
sick and dying
and the music plays.
--Jeff Weddle
in the quiet morning
with my dog beside me
on the couch
and the people locked away
and I can’t stop the tears
as the song
tells me stories
of before.
In the kitchen
I will eat my breakfast
and tell myself
I will find a way
to stop all this crying
before my children
wander into the room
and ask why daddy is sad
because I don’t want
to say the truth
or lie to them.
I just need to keep them safe
though I don’t know
how to do that
as the world spins foul
and the people
are hidden
sick and dying
and the music plays.
--Jeff Weddle
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