| Memory |
| My head is pounding, My thoughts of you are gone. Angels are surrounding, And they're singing our favorite song. I close my eyes, Visions of you appear. Who is this guy? Who is this man I fear? I look into his eyes, And know I have not to be frightened. For in his eyes, I see nothing but pure love. He looks at me in wonder, Asking, "Why will she not come closer?" I do not know this man infront of me. What is it that he wants of me to see? I look at him, I look into his eyes, And when I see his sadness, I then begin to cry. He moves closer to comfort me, I lean towards him with open arms. Now he hasn't the look of wonder, But the look of reassurance. |
| Written By: Marie A. Hilbig |
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