It was cold last night
No stars in sight
No moon to light the way
I thought that you
Might be lonely too
On the eve of All Souls’ Day
The storm had hurled
The teardrops in the world
Against some hearts of stone
I went to you
And told you to
Never cry alone
Filed under Death, Ireland, Music, Philosophy of life, Religion
A rough demo of a song that I have just written.
I won’t be unkind
I will always speak my mind
I will not run, I will not hide
I won’t leave you behind
I will not be blind
What’s been lost I will find
You will see the best of me
When our minds are combined
The road to God knows where ... Brendan O'Brien 