The Departed

Lyrics:

© Grathy
The Departed
Vocals and lyrics by Mary McGrath
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It's hard enough
when somebody goes,
the wave of emotions
that ebb and flow

Like the tide,
that rakes the sand,
pulling some of it away,
with its greedy hand.

Or the spray of angry waves
crashing on the ground,
at the rocks below
they continue to pound,
as we endure another day.

Funny how a life
is a mess of forms
to be filled,
trips to the bank,
accounts to be killed,

And other concrete places
drawers and files
revealing traces
of a life done, yet undone.

Paper thin proof
laid flat and bare
we pick up the pieces
scattered here and there,

As another tear travels
down the family tree
tell me,
was this meant to be?

Somehow
we’ll will get through this,
those piles of forms
that remind us
to sweep up the ashes
and make sense of it all.

It's hard to fathom,
what we now know,
somehow we go on
with the lives we must sow.