Seen from Every Goodbye by Patrice Richmond

This is happening, ripping out you’ve no control
You won’t be ready, no you won’t, just can’t let go
Robbed of a childhood, a father took instead of giving at all
The fatherless left you fatherless and on it goes

Trying sooner, trying hard, is it a waste
Someone can’t give what you don’t have to give away
Why so many left un-whole
Why so many things left untold

Someone else is calling you
Someone else is calling you

Calling you seen, well made
Calling you loved, calling you home (2x)

Mourning losing something not gained at high cost
But someone else is calling life to what was lost
All that is broken can be whole
All that is empty can be full

Hope to the hopeless, this Father’s got, Love for the loveless and He’s
Healing the broken and His, His arms are always open
Sweet for the bitter, Peace for disaster
Spring for the winter (and He is calling, calling) (2x)

• African American
• American
• Christian
• Folk
• Inspirational
• Pop
• female
• gospel
• independent musician
• indie folk
• indie pop
• piano
• singer-songwriter
• solo
• Chicago