Cries of the Past - Underoath

It happened all so fast, heavy with sleep, my eyes closed…

The next thing I remember was crawling out from the car

And seeing you lying there

Holding your head, kissing you for the last time

The taste of blood on my lips…

Your clothes torn apart, perfumed with gas

It seems like it was yesterday when the rain poured down

I can still hear your screams as if it was happening all over again

Saturday, December 4th:

That night would become a grave

That would crush my heart

Joy and laughter exchanged for grief, and silence

Searching for so long to find you

And the moment I did, you were ripped from me…

Laying here on this empty shelf never to be read again

In these pages lies every memory of you

The wind blew your heart over my eyes

And I slept for days praying not to awake

But these dreams can only last so long

Facing the day looking through these tears

I’ll always look back and remember that night…

Looking over that casket, seeing your face.

Times of past rushing by.

Touching your cold hand, wishing it would touch me back

You look so pretty lying there, just like the first day we met

It feels so real;

like old times, but it’s nothing, it’s nothing…

I can taste the stale air on my tongue

And death lights up the sky

Hope finds itself it and it ends, stopping at my thoughts

Pictures of you help bring back the tears

Walking in the present, but living in the past

How much longer will I embrace sorrow?

From the moment that you entered my life

My whole outlook on love would change

You brought out a happiness I didn’t even know I had

And now you’ve gone, leaving without a goodbye…

THAT GLASS HEART THAT RESTED IN MY CHEST HAS FALLEN AND SHATTERED

Here on, Lord, is the remains of a broken heart

For I have faith you can give me joy and life again

Death has fallen, but love covers me

Heaven is now home to my angel of love