Everybody has words to say.
Well, I have you,
and no words are coming.
The words that do get said taste strange.
They don't sound true
and I feel like running.
There are many days when you seem like wings.
But those moments fade
and you're getting heavy
as I stand with you in a crowded room
like an empty box
filled with dreams and envy.I'm still holding on from yesterday
when you left me here
in my hope and yearning.
Though I'm finding peace in the aftermath
still, I don't have you
and no words are coming.
How can I speak about loss without longing?
The music stopped playing
and I'm missing your tune.
I used to believe I could see by believing.
Though I have many times,
I can't quite picture you.
Sometimes I fear that my heart is past feeling,
and then all at once
I am flooded with grief.
In those moments, I think, maybe I'm viewing heaven,
since the mem'ry of you
fills my soul with belief.
Even still, I feel shock and regret at your passing;
my heart, raw or healed,
will keep bleeding for you.
And I cannot speak of this loss without longing.
Every song must end,
but yours ended too soon.
