Blessed

Please don't say I let you down
Well I've been up for thirty hours now
And I just saw a shooting star
Falling through an empty sky
Tonight my memory's like a halo
Hovering above my head
Though all my thoughts are filled with evil
A silver cross hangs from my neck
They never held my hand
I don't need them to hold it now
They never called my name
It's voice was quiet anyhow
Bless me with your quiet singing
And whisper music in my ears
The best and worst thing about your memory
It doesn't fade with the passing years
And I remember something like love
Passing, strolling, riding, and rolling through my veins
I know this talented young poet
Said it all when he sang November
The season blue remains
Oh... the season blue remains
They never held my hand
Girl, I don't need you to hold it now
They never called my name
It's voice was quiet anyhow
Bless me with your quiet sing...



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Seth Avett
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