Three thousand scars from a winter wind, I watch the shadows crawl along walls. I forgot what hope was like, Walking in a circle with a heavy heart. Searching for a way out now, But truly… Learning how to be gone. Still the grass is growing in the sun, Even if the clock keeps ticking. I wasn’t sure if time passed by… Until the moon had turned three thousand faces. 3K ... the sun rose every day, Three thousand steps away from your path. 3K ... I learned to face the rain, Waking up in a new house... Just a space left behind. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts I wrestled with the weight of the dark, Seeking a comfort that would never come. Thinking how you will not come back, Not waiting… I’ve become someone different. And every prayer, every wish, every sigh, Softens the hard edge of your departure. So take the loss, take the ache, take the void… And carry on through the garden. 3K ... the sun rose every day, Three thousand steps away from your path. 3K ... I learned to face the rain, Waking up in a new house... Just a space left behind. Try to move forward, say that you are doing well, Think of the seasons passing as you grow more alone. Try to remember what you would want, Grief is a mountain that we all must climb. 3K… time never ends, 3K… you are still gone. 3K ... the sun rose every day, Three thousand moons that do not talk back. 3K ... this is my life, I must walk on, ignore the hurt... A million years… without your face. we fade… we fade… we fade… we fade… we fade… we fade…
