our mortician's daughter by julia steiner

our mortician's daughter

Running across the big, big mountain

There is no way to go

How many lives have reached their endings

Silently killed by the snowfall of the ghosts?


Their bodies are clean, they make their music

From under rock and roll

Can we confirm their wayward spirits

Are something more than the souls of what we’re told?


Channeling all these than age-old questions

Mind knows where it’s been

Then how does it ever seem to happen?

The daylight starts just as nighttime rushes in?


I don’t know what to do without you


Look at the clock, its porcelain doll face

Is actually made of snow

Father awakes to greet the daylight

His great mortal cause has filled this heart with hope