Linger
My heart quickens with pain
And the rain begins to fall.
So I wander, lost like a wind
Within a summer wood.
Deep inside I'll always feel
The gnawing pain of loss;
The ache for your mouth to kiss,
The hollow echos of a lonesome heart.
And I'll go to where the willows meet
Where only angels see my tears.
And I'll look to the stars,
For our love lingers there.
Tara Egan - May 24, 1994