Left Me - Mr. J. Medeiros, Tara Ellis

She said it with a pound to the chest

As she regretted every effort

When she found it was death

Door knocking from the sound of the flesh

On the ground he was left in soaked cotton

God has counted his breath

And now He got him on a mountain of steps

With the mouths of his friends

Saying mom where did he go and how will we live

It’s an hour like this you can’t prepare for

Ordering flowers and gifts he won’t be there for

«I'm a basket case,» she say

In a casket case he lay

Love in a plastic kiss he fades away

Into the depths of the earth

With the rest of his birth

He has left us at church

It’s the best and the worst

When singing to the blessed and the cursed

These are the things that have left us hurt

Hands bursted veins mans words can’t skirt the pain

Her plans burn in reverse the blame gets rehearsed

In exchanging eyes she wonders

If she could have changed his mind

Stained windows stood and framed a sky

That changed little couldn’t name the time

The remaining cry

Can you remember

Can you remember

Can you remember

Can you remember

The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain

Under the skies broken thunder when her eyes open

Wondering how someone inside could find hope

When her mind can barley cope with the understanding

Scary cus her time was as close as his

When the underhanded reached for her

Funny how he would speak for her

Money was only an object

When running streaks tore her nose lining

Shed doze off with no whining

Wake up to the sound of blow coughing

And Ghost rhyming

Most of the time when people seek to find their life force

Its just before the reaper finds them

Beaten by the white horse

Or leaking from the eyes or sleeping with a white cross

Or weakened when they realize its their time for lights off

Cus then the mics off and there is no performing

And he writes you off with no warning

Except for the rain that will fall from the cloud

That is called to your brow to remind you of the day

At his grave when you swore you would change

And all of the pain withdraws that will call you again

Will be drawn into an autumns wind

Knowing he sold his life for it but you never bought in

Can you remember

Can you remember

Can you remember

Can you remember

The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain