I don't know why I feel this way now.
Maybe it's my way of remembering you.
Why you left, I don't know how.
I don't know what to do.

I must let you know, in my own way.
I still think of times we've had.
I sit in silence to this day.
Of why dying isn't bad.

When I dream, I see your face.
It makes me want to cry.
For when I wake, you leave no trace.
It makes me want to die.

But heaven is a place more free.
Form there, you're looking after me.
For every good day my eyes can see.
You made so you could be with me.

Copyright ©2001 Joseph Michael Egan