My Gift
How can I live my life this way?
When did things change, it was so different yesterday
Where are my family and friends who were here everyday
I remember my home with lots of things going on
Now their not here everything is all gone
But just when I think there is nothing for me
I remember God gave me a gift of memory
It's so nice to remember the things that I had
And when I think about it it's really not that bad
And when I keep myself busy there's no time to be sad
So I thank you Lord for my gift of memory
And always always being there for me
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