My Father's Bride

Your pain, you never let it show,
I couldn't love you more for trying.
And while I take a piece of you,
a little piece of me is dying.
Over the fields I see you run,
Don't wait for me now it's just begun.
I tried everything and I talked for hours.
And now then I'm laying you down in flowers.
You never had and I never took a chance, never took a chance.
But these are the words I longed to say.

She's given everything she can.
but she's holding onto an angel's hand,
here comes the longest lonely night,
help us to catch my father's bride.

(You never let it show)

Your pain, you never let it show,
I couldn't love you more for trying.
And while I take a piece of you,
a little piece of me is dying.
Over the fields I see you run,
Don't wait for me now it's just begun.
These are the words I longed to say.

She's given everything she can.
but she's holding onto an angel's hand,
here comes the longest lonely night,
help us to catch my father's bride.
He's still the bread she hungers for,
his were the only eyes she saw,
his are the words she'll always sing,
He's only hiding in the wings.

He's still the bread she hungers for,
You'll be the flowers in the field,
help us to catch my father's bride.

You're still the bread she hungers for,
you're still the light above the door,
you'll be the flowers in the fields
help us to catch my father's bride.
You're still the bread she hungers for,
yours were the only eyes she saw,
yours are the words she'll always sing,
you're only hiding in the wings - he's only hiding in the wings - you're only...
I never took a chance, he's only hiding in the wings - hiding in the... it's hard.
 

This is very hard to define ... shall we say it echoed/s a very loud voice inside me at the time of my fathers death and subsequently. There is so much I could say, but that is personal I think, and a little too indulgent for me. I will keep it simple as the lyric itself but these really are the words I wanted to say, not only to my father but also my mother, for whom I prepared a poem to read for them both at his funeral. My father died from cancer and was an incredibly brave man who never complained of his pain. We, the kids, and more importantly my mother -his bride- were the most precious things to him. I can only hope to be half the man he remains to me. I feel I must also add that I have gained an incredible amount from it all. It is so very ironic but seems to be the next step for a man... the King is dead, long live the King.