Beneath the Facade

We wander to the place where they lay, heads bowed, ritual slave,
Again just the same as it was times before, the flowers, the grave,
I watch them fall to their knees and uncontrollably cry.
It’s but one of many rituals I don’t understand,
I try to share the feelings as they grip tightly to my hand,
But I feel nothing more now standing here in a tie.
Fourteen years have passed since the day,
That tragedy stuck and the darkness lay way,
But why not a memory of a moment before then?
What’s wrong with my heart that I don’t react like the rest?
Why does it seem that all that has gone was best?
I worry that without guidance I won’t feel again.