And she is buying a stairway to heaven….

It’s strange how death eats its way into life, leaving everything undone

Beginnings fade away like old cobwebs and endings begin to stay.

A child weeps for the warmth of his mother, not understanding that she climbs the stairs

While a mother sobs into her pillow, knowing that her little darling isn’t there

But what should I say to the shadow of a memory?

But what should I say to the silence around?

With threads of hope we string along our lives, only to leave it all undone.