I knew you when you were somebody,
Yes I knew you then.
I knew you when you were smiling,
I wish I knew you again.
Where are you now? Where did you go?
The house still stands but it's not a home.
I knew you when you were precious.
Precious as a diamond stone.
I thought that the diamond cutter
would leave your heart alone.
Where are you now? Where did you go?
I hear you are broken, why can't you be whole?
Something of you is precious to me,
a fading memory, an empty grave.
I cannot find you anywhere,
except in my prayers.
Come back to me, please? The past is broken.
But the future doesn't have to weigh like a stone.
Like two diamonds made from one.
In my heart you will always have a home.
Chris
Posted by cholte at July 13, 2004 10:13 PM