Wake
There's no such thing as being prepared
Life reaches out and death crushes me
We question why because it doesn't seem fair
We live in denial of our impermanence
Now, we find life in the wake of death
How can this happen?
Now, we find life in the wake of death
How can this happen? Why?
They say all wounds are healed by time
At this time it offers no consolation for me
For me
As time goes by
I'll learn to let go of the hurt
That's crushing me
All I'll be left holding onto are the memories
My memories
We can't help but to want them brought back
Why are they taken away?
Is it too much to ask
To let us speak
ONE LAST TIME
We find life in the wake of death
How can this happen?
Now, we find life in the wake of death
How can this happen?
There's no such thing as being prepared
Life reaches out and death crushes me
We question why because it doesn't seem fair
We live in denial of our impermanence
They say all wounds are healed by time
At this time it offers no consolation for me
For me
As time goes by
I'll learn to let go of the hurt
That's crushing me
All I'll be left holding onto are the memories
My memories
We can't help but to want them brought back
Life reaches out and death crushes me
We question why because it doesn't seem fair
We live in denial of our impermanence
Now, we find life in the wake of death
How can this happen?
Now, we find life in the wake of death
How can this happen? Why?
They say all wounds are healed by time
At this time it offers no consolation for me
For me
As time goes by
I'll learn to let go of the hurt
That's crushing me
All I'll be left holding onto are the memories
My memories
We can't help but to want them brought back
Why are they taken away?
Is it too much to ask
To let us speak
ONE LAST TIME
We find life in the wake of death
How can this happen?
Now, we find life in the wake of death
How can this happen?
There's no such thing as being prepared
Life reaches out and death crushes me
We question why because it doesn't seem fair
We live in denial of our impermanence
They say all wounds are healed by time
At this time it offers no consolation for me
For me
As time goes by
I'll learn to let go of the hurt
That's crushing me
All I'll be left holding onto are the memories
My memories
We can't help but to want them brought back
Credits
Writer(s): Joey Vela
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