LYRIC FOR SALE

By Chuck S. Morgan

Verse 1
I pass you every day,
Touch your picture with my hand.
Kiss my finger to your cheek
Like I’m still the one you leaned on when you were here.
Verse 2
In that photo on my dresser
You look dreamy, far away.
Like you loved the place you stood
Or wished to be someday.
There’s a vase beside your frame,
But the flowers never stay.
Just an empty little offering I keep giving anyway.
Pre Chorus
And your prayer is on that paper,
Folded soft and worn with time.
You were leaving, we both knew it,
Long before you crossed that line.
Chorus
Now I know that little prayer,
Your secret whispered in the dark.
It’s the blessing that you carried
When your soul began to part.
And it saves me every morning
When I touch your face and cry.
That little prayer you kept so close
Is the grace that gets me by.
And I hold on, hold on, to your secret little prayer.
Hold on, hold on, I still feel you there.
Verse 3
There’s no grave to lay down flowers,
No stone with your name carved.
Just the quiet in this bedroom
Where your memory hits hard.
But I present my love to you
In the same old tender way,
Touch your picture, read your prayer,
Still softly loving you each day.
Bridge
I still reach for you at night
In the quiet, in the air.
Every hope I have left in me
Lives inside that little prayer.
If love can cross the distance,
If heaven hears me there,
I’ll keep whispering your secret
Till you meet me somewhere.
Final Chorus Variation
Now I know that little prayer,
Your secret whispered in the dark.
It’s the blessing that you carried
When your soul began to part.
And it saves me every morning
When I touch your face and cry.
That little prayer you kept so close
Is the grace that gets me by.
Outro
If that little prayer still works,
Maybe someday you’ll be near.
Till then I’ll keep it in my hands,
Your voice I still can hear.
And I whisper it each evening
To the quiet, to the air.
Your secret little prayer
Still holding me there.