His Hands Matched His Tongue - A most beautiful song

The long walk home

Riddled with regret

Uncommonly comfortable

But still I believe

That in time I think I'll see

Just what's been weighing down me

An unearthly void collapsed exposing what was trapped

To release this serendipitous design

The smell of smoke

The evening sky was bruised

Belated conversation saturate anticipation

For the answers that simply won't come

but not i

i won't ask

forget my place

among the grass

the leaves and the trees

remember me

and in my naivete

it might be seen

the pail has leaks

and even if

you put all your water

into it

you'll end up with nothing

left to drink

the well has gone dry

and i with it

Some day she'll be gone

Some day she'll be gone

Some day she'll be gone

<we'll still have a song to sing>

<we'll still have a song to sing>

<we'll still have a song to sing>

<we'll still have a song to sing>

sing softly

bring me to the lake

sing softly

take me to the lake

sing softly

bring me to the lake

sing softly

take me to the lake