A page among hundreds, bears a cross as a mark,
bears a name that's not yours but the day is and will be
A couple out of hundreds, we bear colors of grief, in sorrow we meet,
we revise our history, fill the gaps in it.
As the dark turns to dawn, the bells of copper toll
Bring the strength you can carry
There's a long road to come.
A page among hundreds, bears a cross as a mark,
as a line between a world that we knew and one that we're averse to
A couple out of hundreds, we hold hands through the night,
hold your back through the walk
and we'll carry your name until we're gathered again
As the dark turns to dawn, the bells of copper toll
Bring the strength you can carry
There's a long road to come.
A visit in spring, I took a picture to remember
I didn't know then, it'd be the last I'd take.
A visit in spring I took a picture to remember
The one time you came, I'm glad that you did.
The people I'm fond of, the people I hold close,
the friends and the lovers, I'm glad that you met them
I'm glad that you did.