If you’d known we’d cry so violently
and struggle just to breathe,
would that have made a difference?
Would you still have chosen to leave?
You left without a warning;
you left without saying “goodbye.”
You left us with only questions.
The most important one is “why?”
Why did you believe
you had to face this world alone?
Why did you suffer silently?
We would have helped if we had known.
How long had you been hurting
before deciding you were done?
I’m glad your pain has ended,
but our pain has just begun.
So when you see us start to fall apart,
when our pain is too much to bear,
please take our hands and guide us;
remind us that you’re there.
Help us hold on to the part of you;
you left us with your song.
Keep playing it in heaven.
We’ll write the words and sing along.