| I go outside
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| The wind still hits my face tonight
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| I go to bed, close my eyes
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| The question of true love in mind
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| These sleep filled nights, accompanied by you most times
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| I wake, effected by the things once said and the things I feel
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| And the music’s not enough and you’re still not here
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| I always find time to question even though time’s been tested
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| And the place I wanted most was not the place that I chose
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| Learning to let go of things once held
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| And the Loneliness I feel
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| I’ve given to myself
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| And I haven’t wanted to be anyone anywhere else
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| But I’m finally learning to love not just you and not just myself
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| I never wanted you to feel that I gave up on you
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| But it seems to be something I chose
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| How did I get here?
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| And where are you?
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| You’re still the most beauty that I’ve seen
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| And maybe it wasn’t just for me
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| It’s been years now and I’m still learning to be okay
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| I loved you, the only one I ever really wanted to
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| I’ll learn to be a man without you
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| I’m done here, releasing words I’ve kept
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| With all the time I’ve used, I sing what I have left
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| There is an understanding, deeper and greater than we know
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| It mends the broken hearted and picks up what man cannot
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| Oh, it comes in a whisper for the simple to collect
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| Telling the few who will listen, that our questions do not come back void
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| Because I am nothing
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| I am bottomless, losing twice of what I manage to gather
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| Yet He will show me another way
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| I ask questions found deep within this warm aching body
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| I am made new, a fresh beginning
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| And only through that Man’s beautiful love can I begin to sing about such things |