I thought the world would stop
It should stop
I needed this for selfish reasons
As a mark of respect
So that strangers who didn’t know you
Would know that a new angel graced their skies
A new guardian, more eyes up above
I thought my life was over
It should be over
Why should I exist and not you?
Who decided that balance of the world?
They made an awful judgement call
Tipped the scales never to return
Just like a Libran launched into space
Because you’re gone; that’s permanent
I refuse to believe in empty Gods
Yet to emerge deity’s
Because they took you without mercy
And sympathetic rulers wouldn’t do that
They’d have no little people praying to them
And what kind of God would you be without followers?
Bereft; just like me.
– Little Ginge x