I Was With You When You Cried

Richard John Scarr

I was with you when you cried last night.
And I tried to comfort you.
And though you looked so lost and lonely.
There was nothing I could do.

You clutched my photo to your breast,
and sobbed as though your heart would break.
And repeatedly you called my name.
And that was more than I could take.

And so you had me crying too.
And I kissed your face and stroked your hair.
And I tried and tried, but all in vain,
to let you know that I was there.

And when you'd cried yourself to sleep,
I stayed there by your side.
But when came the dawn, I had to leave,
and cross back o'er the great divide.

Though we'd spent a life of happiness.
We knew one day we'd have to part.
And we knew there'd be a price to pay.
For the price of love, is a broken heart.

So I prayed you'd be the first to go.
And leave me to bear the grief and pain.
And now I pray: "God, Please be kind.
And bring you home to me again!"