The Silence Hurts The Most II

Cold stone and crowded pews
You're aching
Tired of condolences
You're waiting, for their footsteps
You were my brightest light
Bearing his weight upon
Their shoulders
Walking him gently to
The altar. Your heart in hand
You were my brightest light
No solace from their eulogies
No closure from laying him to rest
No comfort from their company
No grieving could let you forget
June 19th
You watched them disappear
In his rear view mirror
Staring at the phone
It rings but you wait
Let it go to tape
"I'm sorry, I made the worst
Mistake I could make"
I loved you, for your entire life
I'll miss you, for the rest of mine
For the rest of mine
When the light burns twice as bright
It burns for half as long
And your light burnt the brightest
The brightest
You were my brightest light
If only you could turn back time
Rewind the hands
You could hold on to his again
But all the grieving can't return what was taken
Or prayers to a God that you never believed in
These rooms, so empty
As hollow as you feel
No footsteps in the halls
Or pictures on the windowsill
Just a silence
And that's what hurts the most
And that's what hurts the most
Cold are these empty rooms
Without you
When the light burns twice as bright
It burns for half as long
And your light burnt the brightest
The brightest
You were my brightest light
No solace from those memories
No closure from knowing he's at rest
No comfort, or serenity
No grieving could end your regret