Lyrical Riffs Who knows how long she waited?
Who know show long the gardener was there?
The garden, the stillness,
The emptiness of her heart and that tomb.
Who knows the turmoil in her head and spirit?
Who knows how broken and lost she felt?
The garden, the stillness,
The emptiness of her heart and that tomb.
Who knows what she felt when she first saw him?
Who knows what she thought when she heard her name?
Who knows how many others are still waiting?
That garden, that stillness,
So many empty hearts so near that empty tomb.
Who knows what he means to each of us?
Who knows how hard it is to truly say?
To put in words the times our hearts are full and empty,
To put into words the meaning of that empty tomb.
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