They say, "with time, it gets easier."
I can still remember how it felt, when i heard the news
I can still remember how it felt, when they said they'd found you
I’ve been waiting for you to say I shouldn't fear
I’ve been waiting for you to say it hasn't been three years
I’ve been waiting for you to say you're still here
Still I wait, anxious for your return.
They tell me it's been three years since you've left.
They tell me, "with time, it gets easier."
Why then, is it every time that i look onto those crisp waves, do I still yearn?
Why then, is it every time that i hear your name, my bearings crash and burn?
Why then, has it been years and every time I look at your tomb, I still shed my tears?
Time has passed, my friend.
But you are not forgotten, we will love you until our end.
Every year, the same routine falls upon me.
And I feel the familiar feeling.
With time, it hasn’t gotten any easier.