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Sitting beside a bed, Looking at you, And holding your hand; A silent vigil. A solitary tear, Works its way, Down my face: A silent vigil. Wishing for more, Time to talk to you, And tell you what, I feel I need to: A silent vigil. Let’s go down, Don’t you wanna go down, Down to the river, To pray? A silent vigil. What I do fear, Is that you yurned to hear, Of whom and what I hold dear; A silent vigil. A man I know, All too well, But not as I feel I should; A silent vigil. Sitting on a bench, Listening to the creek, Silent compassion, Free indeed: A silent vigil. Of all the things, I’ve known and cared for, None are as precious, As the one with which I shared, A silent vigil. |