What good is love in the grave?

This world is cruel,

To a child who cannot run home,

Into his father’s arms,

And feels like he owns something

Someone who will forever be around

 

What good is love in the grave?

I stabbed my silence with this question

And watched it bleed loneliness into my empty

As I break myself before the bathroom mirror

 

Pain too is an evil artist

Asking the heart to become a wound

But what good is love in the grave?

What good is love in the grave?

 

Still I cannot fathom,

But with every inch of my faith

I know, someone now watches me from above

And I still can’t begin to understand if this is true

If what happened really happened

 

Still I ask

What good is love in the grave?

What good is love in the grave?

God, can you hear me?