I didn't think goodbye had any meaning until I met you.
A thousand words but I couldn't pick one, that spoke about the damage that's been done.
You're someone I can't let go, someone who won't disappear by will alone.
And I wish you had known
That everything had a connection to a suffering that poured storms of rain
That smothered the ground along with the dust, along with our trust.
I always thought 'Til I see you again'.
But you've gone, leaving me to blame pain that is a constant arrival on platform one,
A timetable strictly woven to begin over and over
'Til the birds cry 'Tis really over!'
And I too am gone.