Another page. Moving is such sweet sorrow. B & C
Turn that page you kept shut long enough
the words of life spell a story so tough.
Each speck of dust that launches a tender sigh
They float away and reach the open sky.
Does that floating tear mean more
than this
,memories are bitter sweet but do not miss
For the days we had and the day we have
left, are shared with those thoughts and mixed with the rest.
the words of life spell a story so tough.
Each speck of dust that launches a tender sigh
They float away and reach the open sky.
Does that floating tear mean more
than this
,memories are bitter sweet but do not miss
For the days we had and the day we have
left, are shared with those thoughts and mixed with the rest.
Its good to remember but better to accept that the best bits are
behind and the better still yet.
Though you want to be brave and show not one regret
The one in your heart you will never forget.
But she was a fighter and a love is still in these things
So pack away memories in boxes with string.
Mark those up with a felt tip pen
and when you settle you can open again.
But do not unpack with a tear in your eyes
You bring those memories back from your lives.
Better to love and lost than never loved at all
but loving Cathy is eternal, and its boxed, in the hall.
