You were a song that I couldn't sing   you were a story I couldn't tell   I've only ever loved myself   But I've loved myself so well.   And how defeated I return!   (you're nice and blue, you're nice and blue)   I missed what I was supposed to learn   as all I learned about was missing you.      A life left half behind, though no longer   blind I can't yet see. I'm not the boy that   I once was, but I'm not the man I'll be.   I've been waiting now, for six years on   (and have only just begun)   For the day you'll hold her in your arms,    oh risen Lord, my precious one.      I was once the wine, and you the wineglass.   I was once alive, when you held me.   God became the glass,   all things left were emptiness   Oh, my little girl, if you look out    andsee a trace of dark red that used   to be my face, in the clarity of his   grace: remember me.