On to 97 Avenue, I made my way.
Thinking of something new to say.
As over 34 years, I've said it all.
Same emotions with every roll call.
Only so many prayers that I know.
Only one place where they can go.
Stayed silent, same time every year.
Dabbed away every anniversary tear.
I've counted the bells, every chime.
And still they hurt after all this time.
I feel like there's nothing new to add.
But I'm still feeling, every bit as sad.
And as the clock reaches 6 past 3.
Nothing changed, it's still a tearful me.