The people all shuffle in...dressed in black with downcast eyes.
Not a word is spoken...hardly anyone has dry eyes.
She lived a good long life...but still we ask why?
Her husband reaches for my hand...
The pain in his eyes words cannot describe.
Sing for her one more time he says...she always loved to hear.
I look at him silently and shed a single tear.
I'll do my best...to make her proud.
But is she really listening, or is this for the ever growing crowd?
The comfort I offer is really not of much use...
A song with the right words can heal or break a heart...
But what good can I do if it's been broken from the start?
My voice holds no magic...
Just notes and melody.
I cannot heal the pain.
I guess I just hope to help you let go and say goodbye.