They said there was a chance
so you rolled the dice
you listened to the experts advice

they added two years of horror to your life
the only benefit was you got to say goodbye

some call it karma and some call it grace
but neither one helps with the things we must face

sitting in that hospital room with your ass out of your gown
tubes and wires keeping you alive but powered down
your body keeps on working long after you are gone
everything about this scene is wrong

some call it karma and some call it grace
but neither one helps with the things we must face

as I stare out at the twilight in the emptiness you left
I’ve lost my sense of wonder, it went the way of my innocence
as I ponder life without you, there’s no comfort to be found
in sacred words or ceremonies, which used to seem profound
I’m left with only memories, delicate and thin
scattering with your ashes in the wind

some call it karma and some call it grace
but neither one helps with the things we must face

Posted Wednesday, March 1st 2017