So many times you said it
without speaking
So many times I stopped,
and turned away
If I had known that you
would soon be leaving
I might have listened in
a different way
I might have walked with
you a little farther
And on the bus I would have
held your hand
I might have said to you
"come on my brother
Let's get going home"
But these are wishes of a
broken soldier
The scattered ripples on
a frozen sea
The empty questions of a
would be lover
I wonder when you will come
back to me
I wonder if I'll see you
in the forest
I think of you each time
the Raven calls
Maybe I'll meet you in an
ancient cedat
Hiding from it all
And now the winter clouds
it glow so coldly
Beneath the grayness of
the morning sky
The autumn leaves are melting
into soil
It seems less often that
I wonder why
I might have walked with
you a little farther
And on the bus I would have
held your hand
I might have said to you
"come on my brother
Let's get going home" |
