I hear you screm my name some where from behind me
I turn and look and nobodys there
Some people say Im crazy
Other people think Im making it up
On some days I can sit and talk to you like you were still here
People will come and a ask me who I was talking to and I'd say Im talking to my grandma and they'd turn and walk away
On some days I can bairly hear you calling my name
And other days I can hear you like you were sitting next to me
They call me crazy when I say that I can still feel the wormth of your tuch
They call me crazy when I tell them that I can still see your face everywhere I look
Becasue your still alive in my heart
And I'll never for get your love and your tuch and wisdome you gave to me
Yor missed everyday...
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