Be still my aching heart
as I dry away my tears
this pain doesn't seem to lessen
as I pass along the years.
...
It's the final countdown
the days are passing by,
each one getting shorter,
the sun lower in the sky.
...
The Last Goodbye
Be still my aching heart
as I dry away my tears
this pain doesn't seem to lessen
as I pass along the years.
These feelings overwhelm me
I wish it wasn't so,
I still can't comprehend the reason
why you had to go.
Just a year ago today
I carried you down that aisle.
I stood and said my last goodbye,
stayed with you there a while.
Now you sit upon my shelf
in your pot of wood
wishing to hold you again,
if only that I could.