There’s an ancient pain in there
Grumbling to be released
It claws and punches; it’s never ceased
So much is trapped inside
Wish I too, could have died
There’s an ancient pain in there
Grumbling to be released
It claws and punches; grief is a beast
So much is raw and bare
Wish I too, could come up for air
Long enough to embrace, that I’ll see my daughter’s face
We’re together still, in this place
But as grief goes
One never knows
Without an invite, still it shows
That ancient pain in there