Oh it hurts,
to know that you need to go..
You must go though,
with the one you love.
But before you leave,
just let me know..
I need to follow,
wherever you'll go.
May be i can't see,
but i can hear..
I'll follow the sound of your footsteps,
like i've always did.
'Coz i can't live,
without hearing your voice..
Your sound of snoring,
was never a noise.
With your breathe,
i learned to live..
In your arms dear,
i met all of my choice.
But what would i do,
if i lose my way?
Will you be there,
if i call out your name? ?
Will you be there? ?
Dear, will you be there? ?
Dad...no one's there.
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