All the News Is Sad Today

All of us cried
when we were told
that you had died.
We saw it coming
but we didn’t want to know.

We offered our words
and tried to be strong.
But everything hurts.
The pain passes
but the passing takes so long.

Tomorrow we may go walking
in the black sun’s forgotten rays.
Tomorrow we may be victorious
but all the news is sad today.

It’s hard to admit,
even harder to say:
some of us don’t fit.
We are born wanting
to leave this world right away.

Who am I to say
you didn’t do what you could?
I wish you had stayed
but I know pain is the price
of trying too hard to be good.

Tomorrow we may go walking
in the black sun’s forgotten rays.
Tomorrow we may be victorious
but all the news is sad today.

Sing to me now,
wherever you may be.
Tell me you’ve learned something
you can pass on to me.

Crow on the gate
in the five o’clock sun:
I sit and wait
for the darkness
that is also mine to come.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2019)

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