bad news came when I woke up
the phone call that you were gone
I’d sat by your bed last night
and when you fell asleep I went home
life will never be the same
but you pick up your bags and move along

we only grow towards the light
like a plant stretching toward a window
we only grow towards light
no matter which way the wind blows

I saw you every day
those hours now are changed
the silence fills more space
then the words could take away
you were a talker and filled every space
it sometimes drove me crazy

we only grow towards the light
like a plant stretching toward a window
we only grow towards light
no matter which way the wind blows

I try to muddle through somehow
maybe write you into a song
but the tune will never be the same again
as the words will always be wrong

we only grow towards the light
like a plant stretching toward a window
we only grow towards light
no matter which way the wind blows

Posted Monday, June 24th 2024