Death from the eyes of a mother

I heard it say that parents shall not bury their own offspring, long ago, almost like in a dream.
But it seems hard to see it the other way around right now, And so she peaced her mind.
She prayed for peace and death and no life in torment and pain.
She prayed desperately and the sleep was driven away, just as it is driven away from me.

I wanted to remember some good phrase within a video. For such is the art I do learn now.
But had no strenght as to make my plea and now I have but a mere second and nothing more to keep.

And I who understand little of the order within this universe (Yet I so deeply respect it)
See the coming of such a strange entity, such a weird entity just as that old lady cooking in despair not so far away from me.

And I fail to every good purpose by writing instead of helping her some how.
I admit myself out of ideas as what to say, when what I de believe and what she believes is too different and when the words I can deliver are way to complicated to make them useful.

And worse part is I am worrying about something far less important and less lasting than this issue.
Such is the way of my words when I cannot give hope to the day of a good old lady, whom I hold dearly.

Yes I feel such things within this air...
I feel all of her emotions and I have no way to keep them clear.

Perhaps I shall not, and they must flow.
That is the healthiest, though not th easiest path to go.

How can it be; to know the youngers are passing away and the olders stay, but it was for an actual mistake of the victim.
He´s not dying by the sword.
Very few die that way nowadays.
Yet I do believe some short of word will be lost once he's gone.

I need no sign to let me know you're here.
'Cuz my TV set can transmit everything to make it clear.
I need to know as to why and how things go...
If things have to go like now I mean
Not to be mean for the fury I have seen.