This is not your loss
For it is mine
We shall meet again
When I run out of time
Sit and wonder
Things of the stars
Caught between here
And the days of youth
This fragile life
Like broken glass
I cut my hand
Picking up the pieces
You speak of times before
From back and beyond;
Places where we stayed
People who we loved
Forever we will tell
Forever letting go
Colour golden highs
Painted black the lows
What has gone before
Will go again
And I'll see you there
Take care my friend
You walk round again
Nothing's wrong or gone
Sunshine tinted moments
I still hear your song
This won't hide in shadows
It's all in the light
Life is made from time
And everything's alright
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
This is not your loss
For it is mine
We shall meet again
When I run out of time
Sit and wonder
Things of the stars
Caught between here
And the days of youth
This fragile life
Like broken glass
I cut my hand
Picking up the pieces
You speak of times before
From back and beyond;
Places where we stayed
People who we loved
Forever we will tell
Forever letting go
Colour golden highs
Painted black the lows
What has gone before
Will go again
And I'll see you there
Take care my friend
You walk round again
Nothing's wrong or gone
Sunshine tinted moments
I still hear your song
This won't hide in shadows
It's all in the light
Life is made from time
And everything's alright
