Grief In Little Pieces

Talis Kimberley & Phil Allcock

This road can only lead to battle		(It can only lead to war)
And different reasons bid us ride		(I have reasons of my own)
For me the heritage of magic		(You never had a choice)
For you all glory, gold and pride
	I'll take my grief in little pieces		(Some hurts won't go away)
	And die a little every day		(Every day I hurt some more)
	You'd rather call me 'friend' than 'lover'		(I can't face that pain again)
	Perhaps yours is the better way

But I could really use a friend, now,		(So many friends are gone,)
Someone to tell me who I am		(Just this stranger by my side)
With all my loneliness and longings		(I'm better off alone)
And grief for things I cannot understand.
	I'll take my grief in little pieces		(Some hurts won't go away)
	And die a little every day		(Every day I hurt some more)
	You'd rather call me 'friend' than 'lover'		(I can't face that pain again)
	Perhaps yours is the better way

I should be grateful you ride with me		(Someone still takes my side)
I should mistrust, you all the same;		(Why she trusts me I don't know)
But if they kill us both tomorrow		(In the fight we know must be)
No-one else will even know my name.
	So I'll take my grief in little pieces		(Some hurts will never go)
	And die a little every day		(Were the friendships worth the pain?)
	I'd rather call you 'friend' than 'lover'		(Will I ever love again?)

	It may not hurt so much - that way...