Little by little,
long thrown away,
into the good-byes,
of friends and family;
and, the church-bell no longer rings in your ear.
You'll find yourself,
alone, but determined;
everything you love,
you'll cling to, all the more...
no matter how disappointing the Crew of them.
Memory, where it matters most,
can take a family,
into light, or darkness.
I see my days,
as a summing-up;
no longer fearful of what others think.
In my father's eyes,
I am wise now...
...and, as paired to his Past,
I, the silent ill,
shall depart from being callous:
for the one who raised me.
His absence, has always been ...
[see you all, once again, one day]
You raise me up - Westlife - MyVideo
xx,Will 1/6/2008~~I've truly had it with everything. Still love.Still.