The chalkboard sky

This chalk in hand, this dark, white slate,
I draw the flowers I love best.
My roses, standing tall and straight,
Put memory to the test.

No frost will touch their petals red,
The board just takes them back again.
So little of the past is left,
It's fading in the rain.

I keep remembering the school,
The faces in our class, so clear.
Life rewrote every single rule,
Was that true life, or just a dream last year?

We're losing you, I watch you go,
A flight of cranes against the sun.
Your souls are leaving me below,
Oh, I would run, I'd try to run.

They tell me God's in His command,
So why are all the young ones lost?
I cannot hold, I cannot stand,
I pay the final cost.

I won't come back. Let His will be.
My strength has fled, my fire's cold.
God, rest the souls He made "to be"...
A story that is told.

And there, one day, we'll all be free