Unfinished.
I’m sorry I couldn’t come to you.
When you were in danger and didn’t know it
But I tried to call your name.
I wished I could send someone in my place
But this was my fear to engage.
A lump in my throat as I thought of your face.
A pain I couldn’t fathom only escaped by grace.
Still, while all turned out well
I admit there is a deep sorrow I could never tell.
If love could cure this then take my heart to the highest mountain
Please use it to paint the skies, make it bright
If a cloud shall ever form above her again
Squeeze me tight so I’ll fall down on her in love and light.
















