is the grace of a goodbye
How I wish I could fold back the years
Speak the truths between my tears
and feel inside a balm of Gilead,
the grace of our goodbye
Those who knew that you were leaving could not bear to tell me so
and the others, unbelieving, never thought that you would go
So in ignorance I dreamt the night away
And in the silver'd dawn you softly slipped away
Like a balm...
At times I find myself pretending, that you're here to say farewell
Say the words that are heart-mending, words that only you could tell
And I try to find my own to make it clear
Just what you mean to me and how I'll always care
Like a balm...
If the stars had worked together, if the fates had so ordained
Then you might have stayed forever, what we were would have remained
But I'm left to find my way to heaven's door
with hope that I will meet you on that further shore
Like a balm...
Copyright © 2008 Mary-Elizabeth Bean
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