Kisses from the Grave
Honey, can you hear me?
I'm calling from the grave.
I long to have you near me,
It's my heart you have to save.
Eleven years without you,
And my heart is growing cold.
But, the light still shines 'round you,
Guess I'll wait till you get old.
So, when they lay you down to rest,
I'll be there to face your charms.
Then lay your head upon my chest,
And sleep safely in my arms.
Chorus:
Though my body's been set free,
It's my heart you have to save.
Till the day you're next to me,
I'm sending kisses from the grave.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2025
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