There was no more that I could have felt at that funeral.
I hate to send this rose to another world.
I miss her. Now this curse is all I ever have.
It's hard to believe that a dove could fall from the sky.
Everyday I live this curse. I remember what it's like.
I remember her last night.
Everyday the scars get worse. Her pictures haunt my sight.
My clothes, they feel so tight.
And I pray, but everything’s still backwards.
It's so hard to make out her face.
My words are tied, my throat is sore.
I'm restless every night. My hopes are in denial.
Our group is torn, it’s caving in.
It’s a family without grace. This family’s out of place.
And I pray, but everything is backwards.
It's hard to believe that a dove could fall from heaven.
music & lyrics by jordan sweeney 8/2006