Rest

I don’t know how I’ll live without you All I can do is think about you And I hope, on this road that I’ll cope on my own Tempers flare in the winter air So cold… but I know That you’ll keep me warm Sitting in your chair with your picture wishing you were here As I write this, I’m thinking that you’re there On a night just like this on the other side Writing to me, whisper in my ear if you can hear me Missing you so dearly but visiting you yearly’s ridiculous I’m thinking, “is this supposed to cheer me up?” Tearing up, pouring beer in a cup And for what? So I can be numb? See I’m stuck ‘Cause I’d rather feel the pain than forget you Maybe I’ll stay to say what I didn’t get to I want to cherish every memory from the day that I met you To the day that I let you go Hearing angry parents express their stress with Death threats and talk of debts met and thoughts That interfere with matters that really mattered in here Like why we were sitting there just listening at the stairs Hearing every argument topic from business to affairs When you held me near to help me with a prayer Now, all I ever hear is the ripple of their tears Life is short and I can’t afford to be living it in fear I’ve become like your spitting image and with the years

It’s almost like I can catch a glimpse of you in the mirror The vision is crystal clear, so vivid as if you’re here But just as quick as you’re there, I flinch and you disappear I’m timorous like a deer; this feeling I grin and bear All alone (like) on the phone, is it you that I hear? I wonder if these wounds will soon repair Until then, these illusions are my souvenirs.