I got fire in my veins and acid in my bones
My fragile skin is pale, broken, cracked like stone
Early morning’s rising, and I still can’t bear to speak
You’re gone without a warning, nothing left to see
But still the birds come singing
Worrying about nothing
Today my breath is shaky
Tomorrow’s will be softened
Your absence is upsetting
But tears I shall not cry
The past is left unspoken
For me, I will still rise.