And For Poem by Christopher's Dead

She hides away behind the curtains
She holds her bear in her arms
What was once there is no longer with her
Even her bear won’t smile now.
He cries loud enough to scare you
He lies buried beneath the sheets
With time the pain only greatens
And so his sheets speak to him now.

It’s been three months and two days and an hour
They sit down, watching the clock
It was at this time, he was suppose to be home
When will he ever return?

She holds her head against the window
She lets her tears stain the glass
Why does she keep staring
The answer to all lies only above.
He takes his anger out on all
He can get his bloody hands on
And when the knuckles reveal conscience
Again and again he will slowly die.

It’s been a long, hard summer
It’ll be a much tougher fall
And when the days shorten to winter
Darkness might cover them all.

Things don’t always happen for a reason
As we like to think they do
He doesn’t kill to take them away
Sometimes there’s no reason for the pain
But if we took the time to open our hearts out
We’ll find, He’s been there all along.

And for the suddenness of preparing suits to bury the dead in
And for those girls, will a million bear hugs not hold you back
And for those boys, will the knife speak softer and love pour out on you
And for criteria, for a mistaken barrel of a gun.

And for love, and for God,
And for trusting, and for us,
And for her, and for him,
And for all that our hearts sing
Will we make the one small choice
To open our lives up to this hope
And for this love will they see him again.