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#145,438 today
Peak #1,042
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Peak #548
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December 20, 2004
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Lyrics
When asked about a memory of a fantastic woman, my pen dropped the paper ripped and I became uncertain. Because what if I failed and the truth would not prevail, the feelings I possess might not be addressed. Now as a little child I was nothing but wild, thinking of the Christmas was me and my brother Kyle. Blessed with presents we always expected the presence, the acceptance of love from grandma’s essence in her presents. I loved the knowledge that I could never be forgotten, birthday, holiday, when heaven felt allotted. Always checked the mail, the sticker’s were on the envelope, too old to agree but too sweet to not be. She helped with her letters, no need to send me sweaters, it’s the thought that counts and to me that was way better. You treated me like an only; I hope you don’t feel lonely, now seventy five years old, there’s nothing more you owe me.
Millions of memories, clash to millions of melodies, but none like this that pass the millions of other dreams. Respect your elders, no matter how you’re sheltered. My silence may have weltered but I really want to help her. I love you; you’re family, that’s really all I have, see? I trust you, you trust me, and we’ve spoken in my last dream? Love should come without ever even asking. The never ending’s past me, enjoy whatever’s lasting. I want to speak loud but I’m not an open person; a not well spoken person who hides behind his curtains. Its kind of sad that I could never show my self to you but now it times to think it through, I’ll make it up to you; I promise you. Even if its just by writing this verse, this passage, or giving you the whole loving package. I’ll see it through. Even if my “even if’s” mean anything to you. I’ll see it through. God knows I
love you.
So if you’re ever feeling sad and blue, mad at the news, or even forget what to do. And even if you mistakenly blind the truth, kind of lose yourself you should know what do. And even if you cry your eyes, and lie to find, that there’s still time to fly, you got to know what to do. Because you got us here ready to lift you ready to give a hand just to get you, onto your feet.
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