Dead, all dead Lying there on the ground That's how I found them, in piles They must have starved to death Dying by inches I find there's a funeral in my garden A lonely prayer for silent souls Crows are gathering I feel like killing them To stop them from screaming Looking into the mirror of opposites I find my wry face, inside a sunken skull Blank, oblivion eyes Hollowed out and stolen I'm trapped in a thousand-yard stare If I could save but one, it would change the world If I could reverse time, it would make no difference There's no undoing the past And there's no redoing the future