She, They... Would It Have Mattered Anyway: Drew Lancaster

She, They,... will re-read the letters

She, They... will finally break

Words now sink into the hearts

For now it is too late

Great grief sends realization

It cries, "I was never fake"

Just diferent in my instance

A diagnosis my state can never relate

Tis now true with honest hearts

A loss we now reflect

Begging for answers always

So often given you just did not get

Given in rhymes you got

Letters he composed

Given your time you had

Though the child moved rather slow

Given by reasons

Some acts never show

Given by his tears

He cried for you, you know

Given from the heart you took

One held far from the truth

In likeness you can't deny this

His time on earth now through

Should you have the time

As I hope you do

Please read the letters

I wrote them all for you

Do not cry or even ask why

Let questions meet you here

When long from now on a cloud

We shall be the closer near

I wait for you by the still waters

Where tears are signs of hope

There we shall cry together

The depths you will finally know

Where truth is never exhausted

And love is a flowing spring

Where in grace I stand but all alone

Among the more beautifal things