Among Tears and Broken Dreams
What good is a flower,
If you cannot smell?
What good is the sun,
If you cannot be warmed?
What good is music,
If you cannot hear?
What good is a kiss,
if you cannot feel?
What good is the air,
if you cannot breathe?
What good is life,
if you aren't here with me?
I lay beside you,
motionless,
but not so as you are,
for you will never move again.
I lay there beside you,
feeling nothing,
but not so little as you,
for you will never feel again.
I take your hand,
knowing I will have to let go,
just as I will have to let my memories,
all the good times,
not torture me so.
I must move on,
as I know you'd want me to.
I breathe once more,
beside my silent companion.
What will I do,
without my mother's touch?
Without her gentle kiss?
without her sweet lullaby?
I lend you a hug,
that I'll never get back,
and leave it there with you,
among my tears
and our broken dreams.
If you cannot smell?
What good is the sun,
If you cannot be warmed?
What good is music,
If you cannot hear?
What good is a kiss,
if you cannot feel?
What good is the air,
if you cannot breathe?
What good is life,
if you aren't here with me?
I lay beside you,
motionless,
but not so as you are,
for you will never move again.
I lay there beside you,
feeling nothing,
but not so little as you,
for you will never feel again.
I take your hand,
knowing I will have to let go,
just as I will have to let my memories,
all the good times,
not torture me so.
I must move on,
as I know you'd want me to.
I breathe once more,
beside my silent companion.
What will I do,
without my mother's touch?
Without her gentle kiss?
without her sweet lullaby?
I lend you a hug,
that I'll never get back,
and leave it there with you,
among my tears
and our broken dreams.