It must a been a place so dark, couldn't feel the light
Reachin' for you through that stormy cloud
Now here we are gathered in our little home town
This can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd
Oh why that's what I keep askin'
Was there anything I could have said or done
Oh I had no clue you were masking a troubled soul, god only knows
What went wrong and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song
Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old
Rounding third to score the winning run
You always played with passion no matter whta the game
When you took the stage you shined just like the sun
Oh why that's what I keep askin'
Was there anything I could have said or done
Oh I had no clue you were masking a troubled soul, god only knows
What went wrong and why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song
Now the oak trees are swayin' in the early autumn breeze
The golden sun is shining on my face
The tangled thoughts I hear a mockingbird sing
This old world really ain't that bad a place
Oh why there's no comprehending
And who am I to try to judge or explain
Oh but I do have one burning question
Who told you life wasn't worth the fight
They were wrong, they lied.
Now you're gone, and we cried
Cause it's not like you to walk away in the middle of a song.
Your beautiful song. Your absolutely beautiful song.
"Life is NEVER not worth the fight. I still believe that somehow there must be something good at the end even though I might, at times, sound pessimistic." S.Y.
Original date of publish: April 25, 2009 at 7:13 am
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