Lyric

She listens to the stories that the world has to tell

With a warm and gentle gaze, she knows us all so well

I search my heavy heart but I can’t find a single sting

No memory of scolding, only kindness does she bring

Just the light of her spirit, like a bird upon the wing

In the quiet of the morning, I can hear her spirit sing

In the house she calls her own, with the ones she holds so dear

May the time flow soft and slow, keeping all the shadows clear

To spend a peaceful moment, in the warmth of every day

That is my only wish, the only prayer that I can say

Though it breaks my heart to speak it, in this bittersweet display

It’s the last thing that I ask for, before the light starts to gray

Always worrying for others, with a smile upon her face

Working through the silent hours, with such a steady grace

Only now I understand the depth of all she felt

The quiet way she handled every card that she was dealt

Gratitude is not enough for the love that she has sown

For the seeds of pure devotion that have finally grown

Maybe Father’s waiting there, on the distant, golden shore

But we’ll make him wait a little, just a little longer more

I’m reaching for a miracle, a selfish word or two

Because I’m not quite ready to say goodbye to you

One more breath, one more smile, let the sky stay blue

In the house she calls her own, with the ones she holds so dear

May the time flow soft and slow, keeping all the shadows clear

To spend a peaceful moment, in the warmth of every day

That is my only wish, the only prayer that I can say

It’s the last thing that I ask for, before the light starts to gray

A warm gaze

A quiet house

Make him wait a little longer