Funny how you make me smile. With everything that you do.Come walk with me a while. Tell me our love is true. We like to watch the snow flakes fall. There are millions that hit the ground. Remember hiding in Benson Hall Making not a sound.
All the memories linger on, with each passing day. When you tell me to go on, you know I want to stay. And at this spot each day I sit. For your reply I never got. The sun goes down on the stones making shadows. As alone I make my way.On life goes.
So I say my prayer, At your grave. And speak of days to come. for the spirit can not be deaths slave. And one day our spirits shall be one.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-11-18 08:43:57
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