What's this emptiness you've put inside
This lonely rush of time
Why did you have to leave
without a word goodbye
You spilt the wine, you broke the cup
A song or two remain
You could have had the world you know
Instead you left it pain
The teardrops fall, at last you're free
I hope your questions answered
Another time, another place
We shall be reunited
You left me, no you didn't leave
A memory remains
The only one I ever loved
I know you think that strange
The sound of life, it wispers now
A new born baby cries
Maybe it cries for you
A birth so you may die...
... sleep well Christopher.
Copyright Colin Coplin 1985
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