They Tell Me that I Perished
They tell me that I perished
But I've never felt more alive
And the warmth of your presence
Still lingers in my mind.
I ventured longer than an arm -
Beyond the dim horizon -
Further than a murky quasar
Yet less than a prayer's span.
When you stop to think of me -
When tears can't help but fall -
Know that it's okay to grieve
And let them wash your soul
Then look up and say a prayer -
Since words have power of flight -
I'll catch it at heaven's shore -
Think of you - smile and sigh.
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