Until now he never realized
as he looks into her forever closed eyes
he knows he loves her.
He sinks to the floor and starts to cry
it's too late now, he says goodbye
tears don't cure a broken heart.
But broken is such a dull word
to describe a soul that will forever hurt
it's broken, destroyed that fit.
Outside rain down God's tears
as he retraces all the years
they should have been together.
Her soul now looms at his side
he feels he's the one who has died
does death feel this lonely and empty?
He holds her hand, feels his heart break
doesn't know how much he can take
before everything else falls away.
He can't let go though she's gone
he knows he'll always be holding on
and she knows it too.
Because up upon heavens cloud
she'll gaze down at the world around
and he'll always be the first thing she sees.
How he'll always wait for the day
to finally fade and pass away
to be whole again. |
