Closed Hands

She died long before that day I know this tortured, \

Grieving heart of mother no longer knew her own being

And as the sun set on another, you fell through dying dreams

But could not catch them and I could not catch you.

Hiding below my shadow yet dancing above my fears

I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears

I have not forgotten you

But sometimes I can't help feeling numb through and through

Closed hands on open arms hold nothing