LYRIC



Not every tear finds its way out.
In a heaven where you wander about
I so wish I could believe, but I am so racked with doubt.

Not every tear finds its way out.
Not every tear finds its way out.
Not every tear finds its way.
No.

Call down from your elysian meadows and I will lend my entirety too.

Even if that choice destroys every piece of me, at least it will set a tear free.

A tear free.
A tear free.
A tear free.

Though it couldn’t ever be. As your voice went with a final exhalation caught on a dulcet breeze many suns ago.

A woe to a man with no body but his own…

…to embrace, to embrace, to embrace

How I yearn to see that face in whatever place it radiates. Anywhere but this noisome city among beings that I pity and that do surely pity me.

How I yearn, how I yearn to see your lips. Oh, see your lips. And the way, and the way they did pout.

Not every tear finds its way out.
Not every tear finds its way out,
its way out.

  1. Barbara

    May 23, 2021 at 8:06 am

    Even a bird flaps as much as its wings.

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