Far from a tragedy, Your fire’s too bold
To be forsaken. Or burned out and cold,
Nobody’s too tired, Scared or afraid.
Delusioned of your passing away.
It’s not over the words that you shared.
Gardens of memories Tenderly prepared.
Not over, The spark in your heart.
Not over, This won’t tear us apart.
Watch the weeks go by in seconds.
Teardrops pouring through my hands.
Can’t find the words So I sit still.
Counting your breath For as long as I can.
Without fear of this infection,
You stand up strong against the storm.
And though your path, It seems so rocky,
Your love has always been So tender and warm.
It’s not over the words that you shared.
Gardens of memories Tenderly prepared.
Not over, The spark in your heart.
Not over, This won’t tear us apart.
Bless your spirit
Because there’s strength to do it.
I know. It’s not over but
It’s getting tougher, I know.
It’s not over the words that you shared.
Gardens of memories Tenderly prepared.
Not over, The spark in your heart.
Not over, This won’t tear us apart-