Serious
Now That I'm Gone
Aug 1998
No more can I leave footprints
In the snow or in the sand,
Now you can only touch me with
Your heart and not your hand.
I don't ask that you should grieve for me
Or demand that you wear black,
You have your life in front of you,
Don't let me hold you back.
So remember if you wish to,
Don't be forced to play a role
But be yourself, the one I loved
Before life took its toll.
I don't know if you will hear me
But I'll try to raise my voice:
I didn't want to leave you,
There really was no choice.
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