You said you'd always be there,
standing at my side
and then one night you hung up,
then layed there,
and died.
I dream about you all the time
and see you in my sleep,
but still, every i see you
it cuts me, more deep.
I've yet to understand
how someone so sweet
could've been taken from his children
so quietly in his sleep.
I mourn for you a lot
and think you stay was short,
we never even had a chance
to show you our child's fort.
There are so many things
I'd likefor you to see
but till taht day comes
you'll be my blissful memory.
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