These Same Stars

She wipes her breath from the glass
To see the people gathered ‘round
All those bodies dressed in black
As they lay yours in the ground

“If He died for me, could He have died for you?

Watching the falling rain on the window
And the flowers in the grave
The words from the priest sounded hollow
Merely respects to be paid

“If he lives again, would he call you friend?”

She wanted to be free but you held her to the ground
You needed her to see that love can break you down
And the stars that she could see, as the tears flowed from her eyes
Were the same ones who shared your grief, when it was your innocence that died

Once the people all departed
And the dirt begins to fall
She says a prayer for the broken hearted
And for grace to love them all

© 2009 Brad Loomis Music