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Bill Henry
Father
The unknown distance to the great beyond Stares back at my grieving frame. To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans, with a sacred pain. It's quiet now. The universe is standing still And there's nothing I can say. There's nothing we can do now And there's nothing I can say. There's nothing we can do now And all that stands between the soul's release this temporary flesh and bone And know that it's over now. I feel my fading mind begin to roam. Every time you fall, and every time you try Every foolish dream, and every compromise Every word you spoke, and everything you said. Everything you left me, rambles in my head And there's nothing I can say. There's nothing I can do now And there's nothing I can say. There's nothing I can do now. Up above the world, so high Everything you loved, and every time you try. Everybody's watching, everybody cry Stay, don't leave me, the stars can wait for your sign, don't signal now. There's nothing I can say There's nothing I can do now And there's nothing I can say. There's nothing we can do now. Goodnight, travel well. Goodnight, travel well. There's nothing I can say. Nothing I can do now. Goodnight, travel well. Travel well. Travel well by the Killers// a dedication to my Dad |
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