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Life's To Short

I sit in the back wandering, wandering why we are all here He was so young, this can't be They cry has they walk by. There must be some mistake, he was only three There are pictures of family and friends, flowers all around There are on dry eyes, there are none to be found As it's my turn to walk by, I notice his little shirt, I think of my own baby and how life's to short I get home, I kiss my daughter and hold her tight. When I put her to bed I tell her, "I love you," every single night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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