The Living

She was just a little girl When grandma passed away It was a sunshine, certain world Turned dangerous and gray Sometimes it seems that life is something Tenuous and weak But then she listened… The world began to speak The living Life is for the living Gifts are for the giving And though the touch is riven The loveliness that’s given Goes on, goes on within the living… Goes on within the living… At 50 she was certain she that had found the family she would need To provide that stable ground Then a crack broke open at her feet He was the one who always listened Who saw her where she was And now the silence pulled her under The world seemed broken with the loss… The living Don’t forget the living His listening ear’s still giving And though the touch is riven The loveliness that’s given Goes on, goes on within the living… CHORUS MEMBER THREE but the leaving leaves me grieving SONGWRITER And the living learn the mourning CHORUS MEMBER ONE Oh, the loss can be deceiving SONGWRITER Sunrise comes again this morning… Sunrise comes again this morning It’s a prayer that she is forming Of the colors of the morning Of the colors of the mourning… The living Life is for the living Gifts are for the giving And though the touch is riven The loveliness that’s given Goes on, goes on within the living… Goes on, goes on within the living…