She lays down hopping she'll wake up
She cries hopping God will hear her
She moves hopping to remove the pain
Old but yet so young,
Sharing family stories puts a smile on her face
Seeing her smile made living worth while
When she's gone, who will you turn to for money
Who will you ask for love
Who will you seek for just alil more change in your pocket
Did you listen when she asked to talk
Did you see her when she didn't want to be alone
Did you even think twice about the love she needs
You can't cry, because you never really saw
You can't cry, because she said so
You can't cry, becasue I need you
I don't wanna believe she's gone
I don't wanna wake up and know she's not
I don't wanna believe she's in the cold ground
Shes no longer in pain
Her feet will no longer be swollen
And her tears will no longer fall
Her circle has ended
I'm too old to cry
She was too young to die
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