Friday, February 24, 2006

Grandmere

trying...trying to get on without it.
trying to go on with something to hold onto.
living...living in this place with no air to breathe.
clinging...clinging to a hope that has deserted me.

bringing...bringing home the scent
of old photographs and flowers that grow by the side of the road.
stinging...stinging tears fall down.
won't let me alone.
but you're smiling in the dreams i have.

gone to the day when you will go away.
when you will stay away.
when you'll move your lips but
sound won't come out.

gone to the day when you won't come away
when you will stay away
when you can't answer me
anymore...anymore.

dying...that's what happens sometimes.
what a terrible dream, is what it all seems
cringing...cringing to hear those words again;
that you're gone. that it's over. there's no more time.

crying...crying we are for you.
what a heart to be lost. what your life didn't cost.
i'd pay anything just to bring
you back again.
but who could pay the price for your life?

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trying...try to get on without it.
trying to go on with something to hold onto.
living...live in this place with no air to breathe
clinging...cling to a hope that has deserted me.

bringing...bring home the memory
of music notes and coffe and guitars
stinging...they fall down my face.
won't let me alone.
but you're crying in the dreams i have.

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