As simple as the tree tops quiver,
a line lost in time and space.
As simple as the daytime shimmers,
to an invisible grace.
I'm hearing the pain in my loved ones cries
and its tearing me apart.
I'm feeling the strain of overused eyes,
the tears burn, as they find their way into my heart.
The sun is setting now on a another day.
And I'm tired now, you see I've been away.
The sky has fractured into colors as they fade.
These days seem like all one and the same.
Often I recall your grace...
Your presence a glow like a light on the snow.
Something special that cannot be replaced.
Your missing love, lost and never found.
And your face, I saw just recently.
I miss you much or so it seems.
It's all now just abandoned dreams
and I'm more cold in the summer than winter streams.
Without you, age makes the pain burn a lot more.
Theirs no life underneath this door.
My eyes are burning tired, red raw sore.
I've been far away, you see...
My only joy now is a blackbird singing toward the sky,
she does not wish for this day to die.
I remember the taste of your apple pies
and I wish I to, could fly.
The colors are calling just before the haze,
they fade into the shade as they blaze.
Today's done and theirs anew to praise,
as we breath the air that we cannot see.
The night is coming into the frame.
It seems to emphasize the pain.
The sun is setting on another day
and this is the best that I can do,
this is all I have for you...