I see you in the face of every broken child
I hear you in the whistling of the wind out on the cliff
I see you in the wilting roses that sit by your grave
I hear you in the crashing waves down by sea
But do you see me
out on the roof, staring up at the stars just hoping to find you.
do you hear me
on the hills above our house, screaming into the distance just wishing for another chance.
you don't -
because you fell
despite my effort to hold you up.
you let go
when the world got to tough
and it pushed you to far
you let me go