Lyrics
Time stood still as the sun rolled over that spring day
Reflecting on a moment frozen in time during a spring day
I wasn't fast enough
Regret about not being fast or responsive enough in a situation
Here now, drowning in my guilt
Feeling overwhelmed by guilt in the present moment
Dear God, if you can hear me
An appeal to God, expressing a plea or communication
Just take me now instead
An intense desire to be taken away, possibly from suffering
I was born to burn but he was meant to be here with me
Contrasting destinies, one born to burn and the other meant to be together
I can't carry all this hurt
The inability to bear emotional pain and sorrow
This hole inside me
An emotional void or emptiness within the speaker
It grows the more you take away
The emptiness grows with each loss or deprivation
I can't see through this pain that's left in wake
Obstructed vision due to lingering pain
I'm left here with these constant feelings that I'll never shake
Persistent and unshakeable emotions of a difficult nature
Every memory that I'm making
The speaker is actively creating memories
Do it in your place
Doing things in someone else's place, possibly to honor or remember them
The hearts a heavy burden
The heart is burdened with weighty emotions
But I'm proud to pull this weight
Pride in carrying the emotional burden
I'll carry you with me
A commitment to carry the memory of someone
'Till my final days
Carrying the emotional burden until the end of the speaker's life
"Death is just another path
Reflection on death as a journey or transition
One that we all must take
Acknowledging death as a universal experience
The gray rain-curtain of this world rolls back
Imagery of a transformative moment with the rain-curtain lifting
And all turns to silver glass
The world transformed into something precious and beautiful
Then you see it
A vision of serene landscapes beyond the immediate reality
White shores and beyond
Imagining white shores as a symbol of tranquility
A far green country
Envisioning a distant, idyllic country in the afterlife
Under a swift sunrise"
A poetic description of a beautiful dawn in the afterlife
These days turn to weeks
The passage of time and its fleeting nature
Months turn to years
Time progressing from days to weeks and months to years
And I'm losing my grip on these things that you've missed
The speaker struggling to hold onto memories of the past
Life's not the same
The acknowledgment that life has changed after a significant loss
I'm not the same
The speaker's personal transformation in response to loss
I miss you
An expression of longing and missing someone deeply
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