They say you die every day, if you do not mourn those who have gone away
That with everyone who leaves you, a part of you is also gone,
That you lend some of your soul to the dead if you do not mourn;
They say you begin to lose your hopes, happiness and joy
That you start living in a world that will never come by
They say never again are you your own, if you decide not to mourn;
But you don’t listen to what they say, for you have always been the one to have your way
So you cling on – to the people, the dreams, the relationships – in your heart and in your head
You hold on to the ghosts of the past and expect life to come back from the dead
You hope that your uncle with return someday, and your child will come back from her grave to play
You wait for the relationships to thrive, you look forward to the slightest of reprieve
You live in hope each day, for mourning the dead has never been your way;
And one day you realise, what they said was perhaps the truth and not lies
With every loss you haven’t mourn, a large part of yourself you have torn
With all those who have died – people, relationships, dreams and hope, some of you has also gone
So much so that from where you stand today, apart from skeletons you can see no other way.