Ribbons

There was a dark blood flowing

On her mother's side

She gave more than she could take

Grabbed the keys, went for a drive

As minds were being made up

And London went to war

She parked the car and took the hose

Hooked it up and closed the door

And as the sun was rising

And the the tank was dry

There was no more suffering

Just a void and questions why

So many words unspoken

Her silence fills the air

The bedroom cold and empty now

Just hair ribbons on a chair

There is nothing to do

There is nothing to feel anymore

There is nothing to say

Maybe it's better that way

There is nothing to do

There is nothing to feel anymore

There is nothing to say

Maybe it's better that way

There is nothing to do

There is nothing to feel anymore

There is nothing to say

Maybe it's better that way