An older song

So yesterday I was singing this and not liking the range for my voice. I grabbed the capo and transposed it down a step, and the combination has me doing some different guitar work on it and not singing so much in my head voice. But it occurs to me that I haven't shared this nearly as widely as I want to:

For Karen

A hedonistic worshiper at Mary Jane's thatched throne
daily living for the hour when I could next get stoned.
How many times did she see me with that redness in my eyes,
my baby sister influenced by what I now despise?

The Father's hand delivered me from what that path held in store,
and He's placed a joy within my heart that ever shall endure.
But I was now so far away, and though we were still in touch
I never spoke the words to her that could have meant so much.

So now I hear her calling from somewhere beyond her grave,
saying, "Don't let it be for nothing; there are others to be saved."

We all have our little fears as we're growing in our ways.
She always feared a needle, from her childhood's youngest days.
Could it have been that, somehow, the recesses of her heart
knew that that would be the instrument that would tear it apart?

And now I hear her calling from somewhere beyond her grave,
she says, "Don't let it be for nothing; there are others to be saved."

I don't know if He would have healed her, had I taken time to share.
I don't know if He'd have touched her heart, the way He pulled me back from there.
And I'll never know if He might have worked through me to make her whole.
I only know I miss her to the depths of my soul.

So now I hear her calling from somewhere beyond her grave,
she says, "Don't let it be for nothing; there are others to be saved."
Oh, can't you hear her calling from somewhere far beyond her grave,
saying, "Don't let it be for nothing; there are others to be saved"?

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