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All that he has left
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Alex Gently I cling
To the tattered and torn threads
I know where they belong
It feels all wrong
He can't
He couldn't
This can't be all
That there is left
The small silver cross
About my neck
Embeded in knots and
Pure oceans water
Tattered and torn threads
About my hands
This can't be all
That there is left
Gently wrapping myself
In the larger than life sweater
Gently breathing in the calm
Tattered and torn threads
This can't be all
That there is left.
Two am
Awaken with fright
I swore I heard his voice
From somewhere in the night
Calling my name
A whisper of the boy never the same
I swore I heard his song
Somewhere in the night
The way he would play
To ward off my fright
This can't be all
That he has left
Behind
In such a rush
The angel faced boy
With a voice of high song
He was so much more
Than what everyone saw
For deep within
Lurked the darkened truth
He wasn't like others who enjoy their youth
Each moon that passes
I think of him as it hits my glasses
The soft lilting words
He once said to me
He was so sing song
It's weird this is a memory
Something inside
Refuses to admit
This can't be all
That he has left.
Breath in again
The threads tattered and torn
This can't be all
That he has left
Look again at myself
Reflected once more
The joy of a girl once so pure
For he was there
My gaurdian knight
He stood by my side
To ward off my fright
Mocked himself with
A voice so strong
Where did he ever manage to go wrong
Still wondering now
How dark was this shadow
That seemed to bring him
To his own axe and daggar
That night like no other
One a child can't forget
This can't be
My biggest regret
The heart I own is now
Tattered and torn
This can't be all
That he has left.
I stare again about his flower
Looking at myself in his blackened tower
A dark stone
For such a dark end
Then there's me I lost my only friend
Neither of us
Ever did any wrong
So why am I here without him or his song
Seeing now my heart so bleak
Knowing inside I am timid and meek
A heart tattered and torn
Just as his threads
So well worn
My one true friend
This can't be the end
Of all he has left.
The streets are filled
With faces I once knew
I can count them so well
Again it strikes two
There's his voice once more
Reminding me of what
Was overlooked before
That's what I realize
Deep down inside
That on that day
The day he died
I was all
That he had left
I was all that he
Never left.
