This Feeling Called Grief
by Paul Brown
This heartache this sadness
this feeling of pain
to think I'll never hear your voice
or see your face again
The loneliness without you
is beyond belief
I can't come to terms with
this feeling called grief
It's so hard to describe just how I feel
without you beside me
time has only stood still
I sit for hours in your favourite chair
talk to your photo
wishing you were there
I touch your clothes & start to weep
I hug your pillow
& try to sleep
Life must go on
I suppose it's true
but a day doesn't pass
without thinking of you
To treasure your memory
I must carry on
but nothing else matters
now that you've gone.
this feeling of pain
to think I'll never hear your voice
or see your face again
The loneliness without you
is beyond belief
I can't come to terms with
this feeling called grief
It's so hard to describe just how I feel
without you beside me
time has only stood still
I sit for hours in your favourite chair
talk to your photo
wishing you were there
I touch your clothes & start to weep
I hug your pillow
& try to sleep
Life must go on
I suppose it's true
but a day doesn't pass
without thinking of you
To treasure your memory
I must carry on
but nothing else matters
now that you've gone.
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