Saint. Depraved.

(This is a sad love song that is not about romance, but the death of my son.)

I wish I had the words to try and make you see

I wish I had a way to bring you back to me

I wish I was so wise that I would always try

to say the words just right to never make you cry.

I wish I had the words to try and make you know

I wish I had a way to never let you go

I wish I was so wise that I could always say

the words that sound just right so you won’t ever go away.

I wish I had the words to try to make you feel

I wish I had a way where fantasies were real

I wish I was so wise as to look into your eyes

and say the words that go unheard beneath the big blue sky.