Words and Music by Margie Adam
And every weekend
He dreads the Sunday Times
Knowing he cannot resist
Searching for the names he knows he’ll find
He’ll look through every section
Impatient with the fear
The need to know – the worst of all
To keep his options clear
How many hearts will be broken?
How many hearts will be opened?
How many lives will be shaken?
How many lives will be taken?
She was there when it started
Offering her open heart
All her children are grown now
She can bring her life – and be a part
In the hospital hallway
She touches each one’s hand
‘My boys” she says ‘I love them all,
I give them what I can”.
How many hearts will be broken?
How many hearts will be opened?
How many lives will be shaken?
How many lives will be taken?
And now that you’ve lost him
Everything is still and cold
Making sense of the everyday
Such an effort now – to keep a hold
So you call to let me know
You’ll soon be moving home
The doctor says ‘surround yourself…
With family of your own”.
How many hearts will be broken?
How many hearts will be opened?
How many lives will be shaken?
How many lives?
How many lives?
How many lives?
© Labyris Music Co. 1990
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