Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 2015
Silver Inside
I hear your voice, but I know you’re gone.
I see your face, but you’re not there.
And it’s so hard to carry on.
I miss the silver in your hair.
I could swear it’s almost real
And I don’t know just how to feel.
Ever since the day you died,
I only see the silver inside.
I know you didn’t choose to go.
I know I wished that you could stay.
I only wish that I could know
The part of you that’s gone away.
And though you say that you’re the same,
I cannot call you by her name.
Ever since the day you died,
I only see the silver inside.
And you look like her,
And you sound like her,
And you move the way she moved.
You answer like her,
Touch me like her,
Say that you’re improved.
And I want to think it’s true,
But I know that it’s not you.
I want to stay, but I have to go.
I cannot be here where you are.
I cannot live with what I know.
I cannot face the thing you are.
And though you swear your mind is whole,
I cannot see a human soul.
Ever since the day you died,
I only see the silver inside.
Ever since the day you died,
I only see the silver inside.
