Word Sits Heavy

Eager and sharply dressed
Every step is sure and pressed
Longing has ended
Spirits high and ready to go
Despite the fact; the movements are slow
Under the favor of the summer sky
Is time well spent? no time to die
Word sits heavy, unable
Push back the tears and they always take too long
Eager and sharply dressed
Every step is sure and pressed
Under the favor of the summer sky
Spirits high, tell self, deny
The word sits heavy, unable
Push back the tears and they always take too long
Price to pay for happiness
Well never know
Knock on the door
This time its death
Is this the reward?
Punishment for what I am
Is this the reward?