When I sing her old favorite song
I know she sings along.
She prays along while i pray
And before my first tear falls shes there to wipe it away.
Shes my fire thats burning bright,
Although she remains out of sight.
She hides in the shadows and watches me sleep,
And kisses my cheek when she hears me weep.
She sings to me till i drift away,
And tells me we will reunite someday.
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