I opened up my Mac Book to write about a wedding…and it became about something totally opposite. No idea how or why, sorry. Thanks and enjoy.
She'd never looked so beautiful
As you did that day.
All you can do is stand there
Silently,
And try to pray.
Can she
Hear you
Where she is now?
If she could
See you
Would she frown?
Would she smile?
Would she shed tears
Would she cry?
If she could see you,
Would she
Lie?
Would she tell you
That you look fine?
Or would she
Save you the line…?
The truth?
No.
The truth…
…
…
She's gone, she's gone
So early
In her youth.
She's gone, she's gone
And that,
Somehow,
Someway,
Today,
Is the truth.
Damn it.
Damn it
DAMNIT!
Damn it.
What are you
Without her?
What are you
If she is gone?
Gone…
The unsung lyrics to every song.
Oh how you hear her ghostly gong.
She's not here.
She's not here, she's not here…
All you hear
Is she's not here…
Then…where?
Doesn't she care?
Doesn't she know
That's she can't be done?
You're dressed in black.
You see the casket
And feel stabbed in the back.
She said she'd never leave you.
And you believed her…
You thought her words
Were true.
Where is she?
Where is she?
Oh, where is she?
Where could she be?
Heaven…?
Is there such a thing…?
Love?
Is there such a thing?
Yes.
Oh,
You want to stand up
And confess.
Yes.
There is
Such a thing
As feeling
Something.