Now that I am listening to SOME music again, it seems nearly every song has some relevance. I guess that is the amazing thing about music. Half the time when I am writing, I have to change the song, Chad and I danced to it, made love to it, grocery shopped every week to it, whatever. This one, we didn't, but it is both amazing and frustrating that someone else can write what I feel better than I. I have heard this song everyday for the past five or six days. (In the massage mix I made a long time ago). I need to take it off, it's not good to almost start to cry over a client. Right. However, with the exception of not showing my feelings, this song offer a sweet, painful, solace. I still hope he comes back one day, but if he doesn't I do hope he hold me in his heart and that a part of him hurts for us, and grieves a least a little for the life we shared, the life we could have seen through fruition, and maybe just because he missed who we were together.

Who knew love would come walking thru my door
Turn a light on somewhere down inside
And give me a feeling Id never had before
It was a long wait
It was just the wrong time

But I hope youll hold me now
Somewhere within
And when you think about
What might have been

Cry a river
Flood the sea
Cry a river over me
Take the bitter
With the sweet
And cry a river over me

How can you argue with a feeling in your bones
bout what is and what isnt meant to be
Some things you live with
But you never let it show
Like the pain I felt
The day I watched you leave

But I hope youll think of me
When tender winds blow
Sit on the shores of love
And just let it go

Cry a river
Flood the sea
Cry a river over me
Take the bitter
With the sweet
And cry a river over me

Cry a River

Amy Grant