Gone

As I stand and close my eyes My soul squeals I drop a tear Along with the pain inside I raise my arms to reach the sky And I stretch my body I gaze up And feel the blazing wind against me I lift a foot And forget what followed next With a fading vision I see a painting of dust It’s a fast ride with faces And I’m frail and cold I hear a siren And visualize a red light The room’s heavy with busy work I stand in front of them I hear a cry outside ‘Cause I’m no longer here.