Closed Hands (Saetia)

She died long before that day I know this tortured, \ Grieving heart of mother no longer knew her own being And as the sun set on another, you fell through dying dreams But could not catch them and I could not catch you. Hiding below my shadow yet dancing above my fears I grip sorrow's edge as you crumble to fall at my soul's tears I have not forgotten you But sometimes I can't help feeling numb through and through Closed hands on open arms hold nothing