Mar 27, 2006 17:43
I play what I've dedicated to you
Strumming on your guitar, that same old tune
Swelling with remembrance I begin to choke
Regret, and sorrow accentuate each note.
Thinking what you think of me.
Could I have done better?
Was this partly my error?
I tried hard to try harder.
Are we still friends...
It still makes a difference.
Hearts of our own will keep you here
with the remembrance of your presence
My first audience was your wake.
Our life is music till the last day.
Playing so you can play with me.
Just so you know
I plan on seeing you home.
I hope you know
I cant ever let it go.