Story Behind The Song

My brother's name really is Gregory. We were born with the same thick auburn hair and freckled knees, but share nothing else now but hard heads. We deal with our haunting childhoods differently, and words do not work for us. I love him dearly, and refuse to live in painful emotions whenever I think of him. I remember such a happy rascal of a boy, how he got so lost in the middle of five children, and how hurt I knew he'd been by things that should not have been, how I loved him so very very much my heart hurt. I remembered this one night after hearing some disturbing news about him, thank goodness, and wanted desperately to hold onto this love, I imagined him the last time I saw him truly happy, and us truly happy together. And then I put us there NOW, in this safe place in my mind, in this song. And I do go there often. If that is not a prayer, I don't know what is. This is certainly a very real bridge to me.

Song Description

This song is a bit bittersweet, though it leads to a wonderful place. It is about so much ? the loss of a brother, the desire to reconnect, the power of intent and focus and prayer, the passionate love we can feel even when histories are painful, and how that love can find a way to breathe and be in our hearts if our minds will open up. I believe this song is a very real bridge.

Lyrics

VERSE Gregory, we came from same
starting points, but parting pains
and it's hard to hold inside my mind
this longing, wanting honest time.
I've had so much to say to you
but I'm seeing now that's wrong to do.
We paved away with separate loads
and words cannot connect our roads.

CHORUS But I found a place where we can meet ?
it crosses over, has two seats.
The water washes past below
all the things we think we know
and we can sit in sun awhile,
oh, me a sister, you a child,
our fingers weaving, breathing free.
You're still my little Gregory.

VERSE And I come here often, close my eyes
to all the roads we pushed aside.
I don't care when or where or how,
I only care we're happy now.

AMENDED CHORUS
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And we can sit in sky awhile
oh, me a sister, you a child.
Our fingers weaving, breathing free.
I'm so happy you are next to me.

BRIDGE And I know it seems a dream to you
this bridge where old love can be new
but grinning we weave children's hands
and faithfully wait for the man...

AMENDED CHORUS
I know a place where we can meet ?
it crosses over, has two seats.
The water washes past below
leaving what we really know...
I love you now, I loved you then,
I hold you how I can... pretend,
and pretending is a prayer for me,
my bridge to you, my Gregory.

TAG (humming)
My bridge to you, a prayer from me...
I love you, oh, my Gregory...
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