This gift will last forever
This gift will never let you down
Some things are made from better stuff
This gift is waiting to be found
Your heart's in wide receiving
Been too long buried in the sand
Some things require leaving
This gift will fall right in your hand
Just try to understand...
If you long enough
And you don't give up
If you're strong enough
And you don't give up
And you...
You'll be no harbor to the sorrow
Just let it go.
Don't hang your head in sorrow
Don't give up just before you win
Don't wait around for tomorrow
Open up your arms and let it in
This gift will last forever
This gift will never let you down
Some things are made from better stuff
This gift is ready to be found
Just you believe it now
This gift will last forever
This gift will never let you down
Some things are made from better stuff
This gift is ready to be found
Your heart's in wide receiving
Been too long buried in the sand
Some things require leaving
These things just fall right in your hand
Just try to understand
If you long enough
And you don't give up
If you're strong enough
And you don't give up
There's really not so much to tell. She was 29, showing signs of doing well for herself.
She never spoke of feeling sad. Was, oh, so close with the family and friends she had around her.
But she went quietly. She didn't make a sound. She went quietly with the wish not to be found.
She went quietly without a word of where. Just a note that wrote: "Forgetting is easier."
Years have fallen since the day she wrote the note and chose to float away into the Ether. Someone said they saw her south at the coast on the river's mouth, but only briefly.
'Cause she went quietly. She didn't make a sound. She went quietly with the wish not to be found.
She went quietly without a word of where. Just a note that wrote: "Forgetting is easier."
She went quietly. She didn't make a sound. She went quietly with the wish not to be found.
She went quietly without a word of where. Just a note that wrote: "Forgetting is easier."
Out of the blue, in the pouring rain, to my doorstep, old and cold today she came, with her story.
I asked her in, but she declined. Had just one, single thing to get off her mind. And, that was, "Sorry."
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