Grief Collector
Gardens of Grey: Navigating Loss and Solitude
Lyrics
Outside my window there is rain
Observing rain outside the window
Tears trickling down my cheeks again
Expressing tears running down the cheeks again
Since the day that you passed
Referring to the day when someone passed away
I tend to my gardens of grey, my gardens of grey
Caring for emotional landscapes of sadness
All flesh is but hay
Suggesting the transient nature of life ("flesh is but hay")
Say the grief collector
Introducing the concept of a "grief collector"
Silence is all that remains
Highlighting the aftermath of loss: silence
And the grief collector
Reiterating the presence and role of the grief collector
My everyday life seems so stale
Describing the mundane and unfulfilling nature of daily life
Like faded photographs in broken frames
Comparing life to faded photographs in broken frames
In cobwebs and memories we tend to our gardens of grey
Caring for memories and emotional landscapes
All flesh is but hay
Reiterating the transient nature of life ("flesh is but hay")
Say the grief collector
Emphasizing the role of the grief collector in loss
Silence is all that remains
Stressing the enduring silence after a loss
And the grief collector
Reiterating the ongoing presence of the grief collector
We’re alone in this world every boy and girl
Expressing a sense of loneliness in the world
And he offers no help with the load that you carry
Indicating that the grief collector provides no assistance
Load that you carry, look at you
Highlighting the burden individuals carry in life
Life wears you out, no shards of hope in sight
Describing a weariness in life with no visible hope
He awaits close by adding weight to the cross that you carry
Imagery of the grief collector adding weight to life's struggles
Sardonic smile stays on ‘though all hope is gone
Depicting a sardonic smile despite the absence of hope
His presence towers on as he looks at you
Portraying the persistent presence of the grief collector
All flesh is but hay
Repeating the idea that life is transient ("flesh is but hay")
Say the grief collector
Reiterating the role of the grief collector in loss
Silence is all that remains
Emphasizing the enduring silence following a loss
And the grief collector
Reiterating the ongoing presence of the grief collector
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