This is a song I wrote in 2000 - it's about the departing spirit of a loved one:
There's
a bell ringing
There's
a door banging
There's
an open wound on the flesh of a child
There's
flies buzzing
In
the quiet garden
While
mother says the injury is mild
I
wish I were young again
How
I wish I could take away his pain
And
kiss away the tears
and
laugh away the years
And
play like a child at a game
There's
music coming
From
an open window
The
cat upon the fence
Is
half asleep
The
child resting
The
sun warming
Summer
afternoons can be so deep
I
wish I were young again
Could
chase through the meadow and the corn
The
sun warms the garden grass
As
I drift back towards when I was born
There's
a church bell ringing
And
a hymn singing
I
lift above the sound upon a prayer
I
watch slowly
The
sad faces
As
summer's last breath takes away my cares
Now
I am young again
I
live within the memories they keep
Now
I am young again
I
slip away as quietly as sleep
There's
a bell ringing
A
door banging
The
child now has a child all of his own
I
watch smiling
As
he bends to touch him
And
kiss away the tears now that he's grown
Kiss
away the tears
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