• Whose tears are these?
    Dripping onto cheeks a ghastly pallor,
    Streaming to the floor in twin rivers?
    Surely not mine.

    Whose thoughts are these?
    Bubbling from beneath,
    Building underneath it all,
    Waiting to explode?
    Surely not mine.

    Whose hands are these?
    So willing to sacrifice,
    So able to give,
    So eager to take?
    Surely not mine.

    Whose friends are these?
    A ragtag band of misfits,
    An inseparable family,
    The best of a worst situation?
    Surely not mine.

    Whose life is this?
    So full of drama and feeling,
    Passing me by
    Like a movie never seen?
    Surely not mine.

    Whose death is this?
    So cold and lonely,
    Unforgiven and forsaken?
    Surely not mine.