Resurrection- Stories From the Afterlife
I tuck you into bed
As I say good night for the last time
Ninety nine nights counting
Is having one more a crime?
Why must we live like this
With fear diffused into the air
We breathe, for evermore
Until it tears us apart
Just close your eyes
And pretend everything is fine
Just keep your eyes
On the prize
All I have left
Is my love for you
And all that I hope
Is enough to make it through
Dirty skies and sharp rubble
Don't fall you'll have to be careful
Take my hand it's going to be fine
Take my hand, tell me it's going to be fine
No food for days
We feed on the sounds
That echo like we're in a cave
Silence for just a few mouths
Just close your eyes
And pretend everything's fine
Just keep your eyes
On the prize
All I have left
Is my love for you
And all that I hope
Is enough to make it through
Pardon me if I can't see
The difference in the days
I've been starring in a nightmare
For what feels like a million plays
Pardon me if I can't believe
Every word of peace you say
I've been praying for the living
But looking forward to the end of days
Dear all of you who had to glue together your fragile ego
Look at the
Smoke stained faces and dirt filled nails
Civility gets burnt resurrection hurts
Nothing you do or say
Will ever change the price you made us pay
All our lives get snatched from our arms
Like our first borns who were made to die in this war
So I just close my eyes
And pretend everything's fine
I keep my eyes
On the prize
All I have left
Is my love for you
And all that I hope
Is enough to make it through.
-Neha Bhende
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