Song for Tom

Fear not the cold

For riddles shall unfold

And we were young and bold

We had our secrets

Pull up your shades and see

The seedlings' now a tree

And all that's wild is free

And so are we now

Our home lies dark and dead

Our kitchen and our bed

These knives they cut and shred

Inside my stomach

The wind it heals and mends

And though the story ends

Remember we were friends

And that I loved you