Текст и слова песни Chris Filer – Not To The Grave
I've cradled the grieving
And soaked up the tears
I've heard vain attempts
To make up for the years
I'm a keeper of stories, row after row
If only you knew what I know
Sorry's no good when you're standing alone
Begging forgiveness from a name carved in stone
Speak all the words you've been dying to say
They belong to the living and not to the grave
A father's neglect
That can't be undone
The shame and regret
Of a prodigal son
Seeking a pardon they come and they go
I listen, but can't offer hope
If the hurt runs deep
Let love run deeper still
Make your apologies, don't wait
Don't wait until...
And soaked up the tears
I've heard vain attempts
To make up for the years
I'm a keeper of stories, row after row
If only you knew what I know
Sorry's no good when you're standing alone
Begging forgiveness from a name carved in stone
Speak all the words you've been dying to say
They belong to the living and not to the grave
A father's neglect
That can't be undone
The shame and regret
Of a prodigal son
Seeking a pardon they come and they go
I listen, but can't offer hope
If the hurt runs deep
Let love run deeper still
Make your apologies, don't wait
Don't wait until...
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