Memory
I lay in bed half-awake
listening to the sounds of the beams bend and shake
I'm suspended high above the world tonight
you are the whisper I hear through this flight
As I stare down at the world, you are my holy ground
Where I can land and be free and happy,with your loving arms around me
Can spend all the time in the world looking for another woman
But the one I love the most always laughed about my cooking
So I hope you are happy with your special guy, because I'll be waving and smiling when you
pass by
We will always have the special tree,where we carved our loving days and nights
Forever me and you will be, a vibrant memory.
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