Letters From Emily Conner Cherland (Ft. The Rare Occasions)

You can say
I got lost in the night on the way
When I came for an answer to pray
For the pain in my neck and my face

So I sat til
The river dried up into grass, til
The green on the court came to match
No, this wasn't my legacy
Or a blessing

What came to me like
A memory fixed in my mind
A color and length predefined
This treasured uncertainty
No longer mine, no
No longer mine, no

With all of my love seen
And signed sincerely
In these letters from Emily

I could see
A remedy they called a dream
Hidden where no one could see
But never occurring to me
That I
I could have loved you right
And let you leave