You were once my one companion . . .
You were all that mattered . . .
Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
Wishing you were somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
If I just dreamed, somehow you would be here . . .
Wishing I could hear your voice again . . .
Knowing that I never would . . .
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could . . .
Passing bells and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you, the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past just die . . .?
Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
Knowing we must say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . . teach me to live . . .
give me the strength to try . . .
No more memories, no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye
....
(By Andrew Lloyd Webber)
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