Call it a cross
Been counting the days since you've been lost
If there's a God, damn, he'd better run
Your body in black
I shook all the hands as they came past
Thanking me for all the things you've done
And you've been gone for thirty five hundred days
And I'll keep on, though I won't see you anyway
The last time I saw you, your eyes with sewn shut with the blood stripped from your veins
And you were so far away
Some have said
That there is a peace found in our dead
But there was a sadness in your face
You loved your God
and now I hate mine just 'cause
Watching you fall was my fall from grace
And you've been gone for thirty five hundred days
And I'll keep on, though I know it's not the same
The last time I saw you, my mother held tight to her children's hands and prayed
And you were so far away
And you've been gone for thirty five hundred days
And I'll keep on, though I know it's not the same
The last time I saw you, your hands were set tight to your chest so sound and safe
And you were so far away