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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.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Quiet
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
Canadian
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
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