They Say
They say time heals the heart,
They say memories fade with time,
Do they know,
Or do they care?
This is my life,
thats up in the air.
As I scream,
no one hears.
And when I cry,
its never my goodbye's.
The love was there,
can you hear,
it's not gone away,
not even near.
The pain is deep,
like a knife.
I can hear his voice,
and see his face,
he is standing behind me,
and he is in my son's face.
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