Lingering on, in the presence of longing
When the ache screams in the silence whether of days or years
It’s an unheard cry that reverberates in heart and mind
Haunted by our joys that turn to tears
Whether of loss or the grief of the estranged
A garden of tombstones commemorated
Former things and faith for homecomings
The life we knew whether dead or still alive
Whether prodigal or heavenly celebrated
......
Lingering on, in the presence of longing
When the ache screams in the silence whether of days or years
It’s an unheard cry that reverberates in heart and mind
Haunted by our joys that turn to tears
Whether of loss or the grief of the estranged
A garden of tombstones commemorated
Former things and faith for homecomings
The life we knew whether dead or still alive
Whether prodigal or heavenly celebrated
......