Grateful for The signs, broken all The same I love the signs you send me, but there's nothing I wouldn't give. Id trade in all I have, if it meant that you could live. If instead of searching for you in sunsets I could feel you by my side, I'm grateful for every sign but hate the fact you died. I wish I didn't have to talk to photographs and wish that time stood still, or wonder if it's you every time a buttertly passes by my windowsill. I wish I could hold you in person, instead of holding you in my heart. I'm grateful for every sign, but I wish we never had to part.