everyone agrees it came too soon
it was only meant to be an interception
you kept fear of death in the back pocket of your jeans
it came like a sudden gust of wind
leaving them bewildered to ask how
i recall last time we met
the irony is only bitter now
these days everyone cries
they want to touch your spirit lest it die
for this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
to form a healing circle for our new demise
these days everyone cries
i retrieve the memories quickly as i can
add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds
i close my eyes and hope they do not fade
these remnants of a voice and a smile
like your life unfolding mile by mile
somehow these pieces must bring back the man you were
though the ocean claims your ashes on the sand
these days everyone cries
they want to touch your spirit lest it die
for this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
to form a healing circle for our new demise
these days everyone cries
i retrieve the memories quickly as i can
add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds
these days everyone cries
they want to touch your spirit lest it die
for this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
to form a healing circle for our new demise
these days everyone cries
i retrieve the memories quickly as i can
add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds