Black Epitaph

silent, I'll sit to hear her speaking softly
from where I'm not sure, but I've been forever searching
mother, i cared more than it seems that you did for me
left to think about why you would leave

and why
and why
I cried

was just a young boy, never meant to displease
but I was naïve to think there'd be more time for me
mother, I cared more than it seems you did for me
mourning in solace with tears, why'd you leave

and why
and why
I cried

some say that grown men don't cry, well
they have in real life
and now I'm left to ask why
why