I would have said so many things to you But the words were too heavy And my voice isn't strong enough I managed, "I'll see you again"
We are not heavy. Nothing in this life needs to be heavy God was not a Mason, moving heavy brick God was an artist, painting weightless strokes Every second we had together was a stroke of God On perfect canvas
The story of our lives cannot be contained on the pages between two covers Sometimes the stories need space and more ink She would fill an entire book
I would give up shooting stars And making wishes Because I had everything And traded it for anything, which wasn't her We all make mistakes; we all have our sins But what would you give To start it again
So I use my shooting stars to bless her life I use my magic moments to ask for our life To not be separated too long Because that was the hardest goodbye
In our tears, I could hear Her whispering profanities Waves of my gratitude For who she taught me to be "You're such an *******," she said And I know how she feels How can goodbye be something that's real? Our book is not done There's more to be said So instead of "The End" "I'll see you again."