Hold Him Again
Tuesday 17 November 2015 LyricsNews
This is a song that had been “cooking” for a very long time. It’s one that I wanted to get right.
How do you deal with the death of a loved one? My father-in-law died extremely suddenly almost two years ago. I loved him dearly, but it was clear to me that there were those who loved him so much more than I did.
It caused deep unrest within my spirit. How does a wife deal with the passing of a husband? How would I ever deal with my husband’s passing away, if that tragedy ever fell upon me? Would I ever be able to love again? Would there be guilt? Would there be peace?
This song by no means sums up these emotions. How could they ever?
But this is my look at grief, hope and how it muddies the waters of love.
She switches on the light, catches sight of her shadow,
As fragile as she.
She opens her cupboards of teacups and turquoise,
And china that delicately waits.
In the steam from the kettle his form floats before her,
His eyes straight toward her,
At last she will hold him again,
As she breathes in the hot air, realising cold, remembering
He’s not there.
The cup falls from her hand.
--
She’s walking hand in hand, a new love, it’s years on,
The bruise has somehow slowly gone,
His hand has its own way,
Softer, stronger, broader, looser, finger interplay.
In the song of the blackbird his laugh floats toward her,
His melody applauds her,
At last she will hold him again.
She drinks in the fanfare, realising guilty, trembling,
He’s not there.
The cup falls from her hand
--
Oh fragile me, I thought I had oversewn the tapestry,
I thought the weeds of time had overgrown where you’re buried,
I thought I was ready, I thought I was steady,
But I’m barely even able to hear your name,
Without you undermining the steps that I’ve made,
The clock so quickly winding back to that day,
That terrible day, that terrible day...
--
In the soft of the sunrise the wind’s sweet caress,
Seems to whisper his favour and loosen the knots in her chest,
And she knows, she knows rest.
How do you deal with the death of a loved one? My father-in-law died extremely suddenly almost two years ago. I loved him dearly, but it was clear to me that there were those who loved him so much more than I did.
It caused deep unrest within my spirit. How does a wife deal with the passing of a husband? How would I ever deal with my husband’s passing away, if that tragedy ever fell upon me? Would I ever be able to love again? Would there be guilt? Would there be peace?
This song by no means sums up these emotions. How could they ever?
But this is my look at grief, hope and how it muddies the waters of love.
She switches on the light, catches sight of her shadow,
As fragile as she.
She opens her cupboards of teacups and turquoise,
And china that delicately waits.
In the steam from the kettle his form floats before her,
His eyes straight toward her,
At last she will hold him again,
As she breathes in the hot air, realising cold, remembering
He’s not there.
The cup falls from her hand.
--
She’s walking hand in hand, a new love, it’s years on,
The bruise has somehow slowly gone,
His hand has its own way,
Softer, stronger, broader, looser, finger interplay.
In the song of the blackbird his laugh floats toward her,
His melody applauds her,
At last she will hold him again.
She drinks in the fanfare, realising guilty, trembling,
He’s not there.
The cup falls from her hand
--
Oh fragile me, I thought I had oversewn the tapestry,
I thought the weeds of time had overgrown where you’re buried,
I thought I was ready, I thought I was steady,
But I’m barely even able to hear your name,
Without you undermining the steps that I’ve made,
The clock so quickly winding back to that day,
That terrible day, that terrible day...
--
In the soft of the sunrise the wind’s sweet caress,
Seems to whisper his favour and loosen the knots in her chest,
And she knows, she knows rest.