Acid
How tear burns eyelids
Does not fall, does not sit
All it does is burning
Burns, burns, burns like acid
"It's because I love you"
I love you and miss you
Every word I hear
Each silhouette looks like you
Hand in hand with a man
You're pushing baby's cart
Baby is grandchild
For my arms and my heart
I had plan to walk you
Down the aisle; in the suit
Hand in hand
I liked to walk the groom
(That is what fathers do)
But, but, but
I keep shut
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