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Jun 2015
It's quiet now
The wedding vows are said
and all that's left is picking up
   the pieces of your life.
You can't make her love you
You can't make her live her vows
You can't make the beauty happen
   that you thought this step would bring
And all you have is that
   It's quiet now.

It's quiet now
The funeral is over
and all that's left is picking up
   the pieces of your life.
You can't fight death
You can't bring back your son
You can't make yourself a father
   like you thought this step would do
And all you have is that
   It's quiet now.

It's quiet now
Her boyfriend has gone home
and all that's left is picking up
   the pieces of your life.
You can't make her leave him
You can't make her face that resent death
You can't make her love you
   no matter what you do
And all you have is that
   It's quiet now.

It's quiet now
Your faith is left in shatters
and all that's left is picking up
   the pieces of your life.
You can't make God help you
You can't deny He's real
You can't make yourself love Him
   with all that you've been through
And all you have is that
   It's quiet now.
I wrote this 39 years ago at one of the lowest points in my life and I happened to find it just a short while ago while going through old papers in a box after moving.

Copyright 1976 Timothy Emil Birch
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Timothy Emil Birch
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