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How can you describe your pain, your loss,
The ache of your arms and the break in your heart?
The words that do not come, and the thoughts you can not start.
How can you explain the smell of her skin,
The touch of her hair and the beat of her heart?
The words that do not come and the thoughts you can not start.
How can they see the river you cry,
The ripple, the stream, The lake by your heart?
The words that do not come and the thoughts you can not start.
How can they mend the broken shards,
Fill the numb, the empty, the fear in your heart?
The words that do not come and the thoughts you can not start.
You say the words you tell yourself,
The sound, the echo, the scream of your heart;
The words that always come when the thoughts begin to start.
You knew her for that moment in time,
Worlds stand still, the beat of both hearts;
The words that always come when the thoughts begin to start.
You carry her to the Moon and back,
She is the rhythm, the music, the pound of your heart;
The words that always come when the thoughts begin to start.
You need not say these things to me,
I see your eyes, feel the pain of your heart;
Our words that always come and our thoughts that always start.
We will carry them for all of time,
They are locked forever entwined in our hearts;
Our words that always come and our thoughts that always start.
When ever no one hears your pain,
Remember That I listen and I hear it break your heart;
My words will always come when your thoughts begin to start.
