Still Giving
By Raymond Livingston
He woke up in the morning, a tingle in his hand
Sunlight on the window, but he don’t understand
Why the world feels distant, voices fade away
He calls out for his daughter, but she don’t hear her name
He walks the empty sidewalks, sees the flowers by the street
A little boy is laughing, but never looks at him
He reaches out to comfort, but his hand just passes through
He’s got so much love to offer, but there’s nothing he can do
He’s still trying to give, though he’s gone from this town
Heart full of mercy, but he can’t lay it down
He saved a life that morning, gave all he had to give
Now he’s just a shadow, still trying to live
He remembers screeching tires, a mother’s desperate cry
He ran out in the traffic, never thought he’d die
He pushed the boy to safety, felt the world go black
Now he’s standing on the corner, but he can’t come back
He’s still trying to give, though he’s gone from this town
Heart full of mercy, but he can’t lay it down
He saved a life that morning, gave all he had to give
Now he’s just a shadow, still trying to live
If love could build a highway, he’d find his way back home
But he’s stuck between the silence and the things he can’t let go
He whispers to his family, but they just feel a chill
He’s the hero they remember, and he’s loving them still
He’s still trying to give, though he’s gone from this town
Heart full of mercy, but he can’t lay it down
He saved a life that morning, gave all he had to give
Now he’s just a shadow, still trying to live
Yeah, he’s just a shadow, still trying to give
