All Hallow's Eve

Twilight gleams across the sky

The sign that night is near.

I stand with flowers for the dead

Pushing back my fear.

Scatter them up to the wind

Sing a little chant

Hope the dead will rest at last

Even though I can’t.

All Hallow’s Eve, a festive time

Yet I’ve never felt so lost.

I know I yearn to see the truth

Regardless of the cost.

So I’ll kiss the wind that hits my face

And pretend that it’s my love.

Last year he held me so damned tight

Now he haunts me from above.

He had to die, he had to go

To a place that’s bright and warm

But I highly doubt my loving arms

Aren’t preferred to the greedy worm.

In a coffin he lays now

Instead of in our bed.

And it’s for him that I spend this time

Saying prayers for the dead.