There it's again, that word unspoken
No use in fixing what was never broken
And for you the gates were surely just hanging open
We gave your ashes to the soil and grass
Where time has nothing more to do but pass
Where all the wild blooms are blue and gold
With nothing more to be, but beautiful
I wrote the letters down in steps and stages
I wrote the same ones passed down through the ages
Then watched a gentle wind just turn the pages
And it's a long way from here to heaven
And there's a garden here that still needs tending
On this line that blurs the new and old
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
There's nothing left to be but beautiful
