I sit above the rooms of our home.
  Expose myself to a loss that I've known.
  No clouds exist in this blue sky.
  I use my sense for the first time.
  My hands hold on to the horizon.
  Can't catch my breath, so I stop trying.
  This small part of me counts down mathematically.
  It will bury me with you.
  I am here for just a short time.
  You've been gone for this stretch of my life.
  Please live through me.
  Now this tragedy becomes reality to our family.
  I am here for just a short time.
  You've been gone for this stretch of my life.
  This small part of me counts down mathematically.
  It will bury me with you.