You said goodbye and I said ...but you're still alive. You didn't understand what I really meant then, and so I had to say goodbye, but I swear, those words were no drare. I could not see the day the same, until...I thought about my words meaning...you needed to just know what I meant and so I wrote a letter.
To a friend who lived saying I have nothing to give,
To the sour days when you couldn't win and you couldn't give up,
To the heart burning with freedom and fairity,
To the life of morals you wanted but could not keep,
I said "...but you're still alive."
To the broken hearts and broken bones
To the sharpened knives and sticks and stones,
To the troubles and the dooms that rode your way
I said, "...but you're still alive."
To every inch of lose and every inch if gain
To every grain of salt inflicted on your pain
To the things no one could understand inside your thought-filled brain
I said, "...but you're still alive."
And though the words now dip stomach and scratch my throat,
Though the words are not as charming as they used to seem,
Though they've lifted off with the greater end of my cares,
Though they aren't even true for the best persons anymore,
All I can do is hope that if I repeat this line to all whom come to me then one day I might meet you again and these words being your saving grace. I know each pain may weigh you down, ...but you're still alive.
