Season of Tears

I cry for you a river in a unique season
with no seeds growing hope; nor leaves
flying over my journey without you
I walk with sword tagging on my neck
'till I feel comfortable to slaughter myself
with no doubts, and dreams to come true
As my head walks away to the
unknown, as my body falls by the dead
roots, as my flesh looks like a branch
A hunter sees my head bleeding and
goes after to chase it with no mercy
he eats it, with tears of lifetime grieves
While my body stays still with the animals
respecting the science of God as well as my
religion for treating everyone with love
The clouds rain above my bones slowly
As my skeleton breaks into flammable
ashes, and the forest weeps
me another river