I should write a story about your old dead uncle:nYou know he never got enough.nAnd I should write a story, your sister pushing daisies:nYou know she taught me how to love.nnAnd every time we laughed, we laughed on your behalf,nwaiting for the darkness to arrive.nAnd every time we tried, we can't imagine whynyou never found a reason to survive,nbut we're alive.nnI should never've questioned the faces you were making:nThey were so longing and so scared.nAnd I should never've questioned nthe path that you were taking:nIt was so dusty and so bare.nnWait until this moment comes alive.