A song reflecting the sadness of loss and the truth of love despite the loss.

Lyrics

Where do I start, what words can I say? I’m searching for a place to begin.
I’ve been here before, stood at this door—witness to the state that you’re in
It’s so sad to see, this pain that you wear and knowing that I really can’t help
What happened to us between you and me—what made you put your love on a shelf?

I don’t understand, is it part of a plan that makes you want to live all alone?
It’s not really clear—is it some fear that makes you want to run on your own?
Or is it false pride and feelings denied in a search for what you really can’t find?
And the love you disdain, does it keep you in chains and make you treat yourself so unkind?
What really matters in a place that’s so scattered—is it what we give and what we receive?
What really guides us—can we find it inside us and who is it we think we deceive?
What is it we’re after in the here and here after—what is it that we wish to conceive?
Can we still take some chances if we have all the answers?
Vainly blinded to that which is plainly in sight
Will we stay in the darkness—refusing to come into the light?
I don’t want any more of this personal war, trying to live by what you might think
Is it some game — this naming of names? A game that always ends on the brink.
And if we survive we’ll be barely alive as our spirits here continue to bleed
If we tried not to hide even though we must cry, you know that we could live to be free

Know I do care as you race to nowhere—no matter where you happen to roam
And if you find you’ve had a change of mind, you’ll always have a place to come home
And now and then if I see you again know my heart is open to you
I don’t have to defend — don’t have to pretend about a love that’s always been true

What really matters in a place that’s so scattered—is it what we give and what we receive?
What really guides us—can we find it inside us and who is it we think we deceive?
What is it we’re after in the here and here after—what is it that we wish to conceive?
Can we still take some chances if we have all the answers?
Vainly blinded to that which is plainly in sight
Will we stay in the darkness—refusing to come into the light?