When the Time Comes

When the time comes

That you need to talk,

I’ll collect your words

And then carve them in rock

 

When the time comes

That you need to rest,

I will bury your heart

Inside of my chest

 

When the time comes

That you need to be free

I will give your body

Back to the sea

 

When the time comes

That you say goodbye

I will breathe your spirit

I will send it moon-high

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