Alysian

January 3, 2005

And he’s too young
To understand
What it means to die
When you’d die
For one who’s already gone

And did you love me
Or were you high on love
And he was the first love
And the other came after
The first cried mercy

And when I said I love you
Did you see I saw you leaving
And the rain fell down
And the thunder
Ah, the thunder

It struck the mighty mountains
With sounds mightier than even
The voice of my heart
The voice of my very soul
When finally I saw

That you loved me
And that I’d not seen it.

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