| 23 (Continued) "You were once my one companion, You were all that mattered. You were once a friend and father, Then my world was shattered." "Wishing you were somehow here again, Wishing you were somehow near. Dreaming of you won't help me to do All that you dreamed I could." "Passing bells and sculpted angels, Cold and monumental, Seem for you the wrong companions; You were warm and gentle." "Too many years, Fighting back tears. Why can't the past just die?" "Wishing you were somehow here again, Wishing I could say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live, Give me the strength to try." "No more memories, No more silent tears No more gazing across the wasted years Help me say goodbye." Paul's eyes were filled with tears as the sincerity and pure emotion rang through the studio. Her eyes were closed, as if she was, for a moment, mourning the death of her father. It was that realness of her music that sold records and sold out audiences and moved people to tears. She was the amazing one. But Paul looked closer at her now. There were tears rimming her eyes. The passion in her voice was undoubtedly real. As the song grew, so did her tears. Before the last line was finished, she was in his arms on the floor, both of them crying. Neither knew why the other was crying, but still, they both sobbed, her head buried in his chest, his arms lovingly around her. "What is it, baby?" he whispered pleadingly. "I can�t do this anymore�I don't want to die, Paul. I can't," she sobbed. He tightened his grip around her. "No one wants to die, Meggie. No one," he sympathized. "No one's guaranteed tomorrow. But there's one thing you know for sure, and that's that we have today. We have this second together and no one can take it away from us. You're here, Meggie." He choked back another tear. "I'm here." He felt her relax against him as he pulled her closer. He searched within himself to find the words to say to comfort her. A song came to mind, her favorite. He sang it softly in her ear. "Here and now Is the way I live Unafraid of what life gives Respect things I don't understand So many intentions In this life I could have followed But one of those paths must lead to love." |