as i sat on the edge of the beach
i felt a warm hand upon my shoulder
i turned around

an arm was extended out to me
and i placed my hand in the palm of his
the voice whispered
my child why do you cry?

i replied
it is my heart Lord
it is not well
was all i could say
but he already knew

he has seen how bent i was
and how every little action
i make and say
keeps me confused

i said,
Lord , you took away the very part of me
and i caint live without him

and i am so ashamed
i failed you Lord
you gave me such great love
and my selfishness won't set him free

as much as i want his spirit to rest
my heart finds it
difficult to set that love free

i still need his touch
when i wake up, at night
before i go to work

i still need his touch
when i go to sleep in the mornin'
when i get in from work

i need to his warm breath
breathin' on me all over again
i need to hear his heart beatin'
against my ear

i have been very selfish
i just caint seem to let him go
i am so afraid of feelin' so alone

i failed you Lord,
in the worst way
by not bein' patient
and setting his spirit free
when he was taken from me

------- Author's Notes -------

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