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For Me


For me, if the lights were to go out tonight,

Then everything would finally be just right;

I would have peace and tranquility.

 

All things seem to be already in their place;

I’ve had the best, and the rest I cannot face;

Mind and body are an endless sea.

 

My children are with their father, and with God;

Somehow living without me doesn’t seem odd;

All I see now is infinity.

 

I have loved and lost, there is no more to say;

I feel mindless and feeble now in this way;

Perhaps the time has come to release me.

 

Ecstasy and sorrow become one this day;

By seeking numbness I no longer have to stay;

I’ll take you with me into eternity.

 

Then of course I realize that I must be strong;

To go on in this way my thinking is wrong;

There must be hope tomorrow for me.

 

So by praying to God I seek to obey;

Heavens above unprepared for me today;

I ask for the light to help me see.

 

They say it is better to have loved and lost;

Than to not have that love, although it did cost;

I loved and now what will be will be.

 

Tomorrow will bring some wondrous new thing;

Although now my heart bleeds, my children will sing;

My heart, soul and mind shall be set free.

 

But for now, I must suffer the endless pain;

To soak in the sorrow like dampness and rain;

A part of my heart will remain with thee.

 

And you will move on through the days and the nights;

Somehow for you everything’s always all right;

For me, I wish it could have been we.


 

 

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