“Now for something completely different.” – Monty Python
Sing for me, O broken heart, that symphony of grace.
Sweet melodies of memories of their presence and their face.
Longings unfulfilled, the lyrics I want to share,
Echo loud vibrations that they’re no longer there.
Death has a way of changing things in ways quite unseen.
It changes ordinary memories into a concert fit for a queen.
It twists the loving past into discordant cords of sorrow
Yet we cling to them even more than we look for the tomorrow.
This is the song I want to sing, the refrain I want to share,
This was the opus of loved ones gone, that whisper in the air.
Death cannot take this song from me that I have left to cherish,
I will sing my song of love for them until the day I perish.
Someday the one who conquered sin, will return to conquer death.
He wrote the song of love when he gave his own life’s breath.
So, sing for me, O broken heart, that symphony of grace
Until the song is finally sung and I have finished the race.