Widow/Maker

I’m stuck on the floor, faces flood through the door,
my stomachs turning again, I’m not sleeping.
Think I could move but I won’t, my voice shakes when I talk,
I feel it creep up my spine, I’m not dreaming.
Come now, tell me, this pain, gets eased.
I’m here, you leave, the sun won’t sleep.
And I hope I’m the voice that you’ll know,
even down here so for below.
Tell me why do you have to go?
There’s more fight in you than you will ever know.
Tell me why do you have to leave,
If somehow you can hear me, rest easy, see clearly.
Underneath all the chaos, I know the truth that you keep.
There’s nothing to fear now, no there’s nothing but peace.
And I hope I’m the voice that you’ll know,
even down here so for below.
Tell me why do you have to go?
There’s more fight in you than you will ever know.
Tell me why do you have to leave
If somehow you can hear me, rest easy, see clearly.
Take me back, when I can remember you and him out in the field.
The sun falling below the Carolina pines,
the light slipping away like the look in your eyes.
Those days I can never forget.
Tell me why do you have to go?
There’s more fight in you than you will ever know.
Tell me why do you have to leave
If somehow you can hear me, rest easy, see clearly.