Nothing Can Be Changed - William Fitzsimmons

Cover my heart

I am walking down the path she loved

Two cedars grown

Only seedlings when her face was young

Forgive my doubt

I was only told I’m better off

Let not her stay

In that motel room she passed alone

And nothing can be changed anymore

And nothing can be changed anymore

Set forth her plate

She is welcomed at the table now

Look not for blood

To the same earth we will all return