funeral dreams

she runs away
down the path of least resistance
as everyone screams
you’re making a mistake
no one believes but him
that she’s making the choice
that will let her live tomorrow
he sees a power in her
like no one else has
the strength in her
he’s never even dreamed of

but he’ll let her
make her mistakes
and fall on her face
and he’ll pick her up
brush the dirt away
and set her up again

he goes his way
and she goes hers
fingertips don’t touch anymore
as the world turns
and life continues
they grow apart
but he’ll never forget her
the grace the beauty
the strength and power
he’ll never see her again
now someone else is there

and he lets her
make her mistakes
and fall on her face
and he’ll pick her up
brush the dirt away
and set her up again

the newspaper sits
on the table in his house
by his wife and kids
and the truth is revealed
his new life and wife
can not replace
those memories of her
of that tattered angel
lit by the falling stars
and in the rain
he remembers the days

that he let her
make her mistakes
and fall on her face
and he picks her up
brushes the dirt away
and sets her up again