Handprints In Your Heart
Sometimes you got disheartened,
Because I was so small.
I seemed to smudge my handprints,
On the pictures down the hall.
But here’s the final handprint,
I left in your heart to remember.
Of the fragileness love of life,
Before I left you last November.
So when you think of me,
Know that we’ve not grown apart.
You must look within to see,
The handprints in your heart.
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