They wont let go; the bright lights of your eyes.
This is not love...
It's hard for me to tell you I love you
As I'm standing over your grave...
I will be the answer at the end of the line
I will be there for you while you take the time...
Oh, Where do I begin?
All the strength I have left is starting to wear...
When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see...
There's a tree over looking your grave,
And today it started to bloom...
Dear Lord, |
I want no rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free. |
Daddy, you were the |