Genesis -

I feel that each year repeats itself, only with their minor setbacks

Today is her day, and God is not holding anything back

The sky is gray, the trees are dead, and the air is cold and hollow

Each time I swallow, this knot in my throat grows swollen and more swollen

My hills have turned into mountains and my streams into rivers

There is nothing beautiful about this day

No way to glorify this day, there is nothing now

Except I know this pain won’t go away