As The Waves Will Always Roll

as the waves will always roll, i'll think of
 you. it's important to know what we couldn't
 do
 and i'm looking every night:
 all in time, most of this will try to
 fade from the cold inside and morning
 light to save for the fallen son
 deep at home (and either one would
 never know). it just kept coming on,
 trying to stay down at all and pull
 it apart again until the quiet's gone
 digging, just to fill it in (and missing
 where the pieces fall) or maybe slipping
 still, as the blinds are drawn.
 was there something that i made and never
 gave to you? i'll keep it to myself as
 i think of you and the waves will always roll