Her eyes fall upon a pretty tree
And with just that one glance
She is thrown into memories
Of stories told on frigid nights
While the loved one held her hand
And told her it would be all right
She always was an angel in her grandmother’s eyes
And it came as a surprise
The day the call came through
That that life had passed on through
To better places but still there are traces of her
How do you pick up the pieces
And try to stay strong
While the memories are long from gone
So look at that tree, and what you want it to be
And remember her love
And all she dreamed you would be,
And stay strong
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