i wrote part of this on the way to the viewing yesterday and then the rest while i was falling asleep. i had intended for them to be separate but i think they go together well.

lives are lost and at what cost do we defy these deserving circumstances
life wrapped around metal while they're still so little
like a flower's petals falling in spring
dream of an unwanted feel on unholy ground we kneel
and for better or for worse her body rolled away in a hearse
grab the string of restoration, pull and pull it til you feel no pain
let your pride shrink again, small as a grain

anyways, i think i might get into architecture.