00:00The season turns, the air grows crisp and cold
00:25Another leaf has fallen, tinged with rust
00:31A date now marks a story to be told
00:36A day you left us, turning into dust
00:41I trace the lines upon your dark chair
00:47The cushion still remembers where you sat
00:52The scent of your soap hangs in the air
00:58I turn to share a thought, but no, I can't
01:04For two years we walked the narrow burning path
01:09I watched your strength contend against the blight
01:15I failed to shield you from every cutting wrath
01:21I prayed you'd win the war throughout the night
01:28The night is quiet, too polite and deep
01:52It holds its breath where laughter used to bloom
01:57I hear your voice in dreams before I sleep
02:03And wake to face the small, empty room
02:08I wear your blouse, soft and slightly worn
02:15And feel a comfort in the threads that once belonged to you
02:20A woman grown yet feeling so forlorn
02:25An anchor lost, a silent sudden bloom
02:30The fourth day of this month we had to lay
02:35Your tired body down beneath the ground
02:41Now every dawn begins in shades of grey
02:47Mama, I miss the sound
02:52I hold the picture of your knowing smile
02:58And try to fathom how to now exist
03:03It feels only yesterday you stayed a little while
03:11How do I break this mist?
03:17I move through motions, numb and incomplete
03:25A broken rhythm where the melody was clear
03:30I search for sweetness in the bitter street
03:35I wish that you were here
03:40I wish that you were here
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