by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
Grief has its very own rhythm. There is no given frequency. There are no rules to follow. No time frame to obtain.
And then, just when you think you are over it, it hits you again. An ocean of hurt sweeps all over you – and knocks you right off your feet. And you start to crumble, from the inside….
For Whom the Bell Tolls
I stumble in the night
Never really knew what it would’ve been like
You’re no longer there to break my fall
The heartache over you
I’d give it everything but I couldn’t live through
I never saw the signs
You’re the last to know when love is blind
All the tears and the turbulent years
When I would not wait for no one
Didn’t stop, take a look at myself
See me losing you
When a lonely heart breaks, it’s the one that forsakes
It’s the dream that we stole
And I’m missing you more
Then the fire will roar
A hole in my soul
For you it’s good-bye, for me it’s to cry
For whom the bell tolls.
The Bee Gees: For whom the Bell tolls