Purpose

And there she was again
Back in that house of pain
Here, where half smiles
Hide rivers of tears
Where standing still
Summons an army of fear
Here in the house of the dying
Here in the house of pain
Here she finds a place, a purpose
A sollice in tears

No one knows her too well
For what kind of person
Returns to this hell
Sure there are those
Who must care for the dying
It is their job, their profession
Their oath, their mission
And there are those
Who come out of duty
The mother, the father
The sister, the brother

But what of those
Who come without reason
No forgone commitment
No ties of lineage
Why does she come
Where death thrives
What of the tears
That come quick to her eyes

Is there some underlying guilt
A dept still unpaid
A dream not yet fulfilled
A wound not yet healed

Look past, look deep
The hourglass never sleeps
Together we move in time
Spilling into each others lives

How could there be such comfort
The death, the dying, the sadness, the pain
Wonder for what desires to gain

Speak not of the melancholy
No silence from the thoughts
The endless poetic refrain
The novel unwritten
The song unsung
The play unacted
But for your mind
For your pleasure
For your fame
You are her purpose
You are her pain
You are her reason
You with your illness
Your sickness, your pain
She knows better
To be sad for a reason
Lest think your insane