You made the event a symphony
And you didn't say goodbye. I sit afraid in silence, to let my words take shape. How will I deal
with the silence
that no one else sees
after you made the event a symphony?
They hid behind false smiles
and loud music, and accusations.
You opened your arms and welcomed me home.
I wrote these words to honor you,
for you have made me one of your own.
They spoke against you
When you had hidden me there
How could you be anything
but a servant?
you took a bow
and raised your arm
for the symphony to begin
The beautiful music echoed on the walls
You chose the symphony
and you didn't say goodbye.
They made their music a worldly celebration
you made the event a symphony
and you didn't say goodbye
I wrote these words to honor you, for
you've made me one of your own.
But how could I go forward with the
beautiful music singing in the silence?
When we played the symphony
for the last time,
you left the stand in silence.
I cannot accuse you,
for you have wrapped me in safety.
How can I say goodbye?
You made the event a symphony
and you didn't say goodbye
This is not an accusation,
but an honor.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.
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