Moss will grow on things, the sunlight never sees.
Deep in the shade beyond the light everywhere is moss to see.
My heart is broken in pieces
with a hole never to be filled.
Moss will grow there soon,
because it will never heal.
It's your place in my heart,
it's bruised and battered so.
Moss will grow there soon,
because sunlight will never go.
I love you Tony still,
you didn't have to die.
If Love could bring you home,
You would be here by my side.
So Moss will grow upon my heart,
To fill the places you broke apart.
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