Scavenger

There's a girl who scavanges around the graveyards late at night

Digging up the bodies, of all she’s loved, and all that’s gone

Picking at bare bones, hoping to find something she won’t have to let go

She laments the loss of the love she has known

And wonders how to build a man out of rotting bones

She remembers all the promises she has made,

And wonders if anyone makes it out meaning what they say

Time has made her a liar, and the grass has turned brown

At what age do we all get the hypocrites crown

She is disgusted by the mirror

and will become a martyr for those who wish to see clearer

Spreading the message through the mountains like Jesus

To love is to lose, to love is to lie

All your words will crumble against time’s sharp hand

Ticking forward relentlessly, you won’t always be naive

One day you will be just like me

You will sort through the debris,

Try to pick up the pieces and make yourself believe,

That to love is to learn how to let graves be.