Someday
Let me be sure to tell you the stories about her
Someday
Let me tell you about all of what she did for me
Someday.
The only things she left were the things she gave away. She gave me all her hope.
My ability to cope.
She gave me eyes
To see the distance.
Showed me how to fill my lungs.
Fill them with insistence. The day she left she took a lot of everything.
All that’s left are the things she gave away. The words she said rest squarely on my mind.
She’s not been gone a long time,
But every last thing seems to me a sign.
The day she left she took a lot of everything. The things she did rest squarely on my being.
She’s not been gone a long
But all of which she did without me seeing.
The day she left she took a lot of everything. The wind beneath my wings
Does not begin to describe the things
That she did for me. She gave me courage to be daring
Gave me spirit and joie de vivre.
Why’d she have to go and leave? My voice is her voice.
The power, the passion.
The words, the cadence.
The winter. The silence. Memories fade. Time stood still.
Remember her for her will.
She willed me to live.
That is what I’ll do. It is all I ask of you. The day she left she took a lot of everything.
The only things she left were the things she gave to me.