I went to your grave
I called out your name
I wept for your passing
Life not quite the same
You never were there
You had long since flown high
In arms of the Angels
Toward heavenly sky
I went to your grave
As your memory I kept
I thought of your smile
But sadly I wept
But then I remembered
Your place in the sky
And knew you would meet me
The Day That I Fly
The Day That I Fly
The Day That I Fly
(5-12-2013)
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