I See Her Eyes
I see her eyes, I hear her voice.
In gratitude, how I rejoice.
On grains of sand, below blue skies,
I hear her voice, I see her eyes.
Her gentle touch, her cheering hand -
below blue skies, on grains of sand,
she is alive - I know this much,
her cheering hand, her gentle touch.
You say just memories survive?
I know this much, she is alive.
If what you say is true, today,
just memories survive, you say?
Be that so, with this world, I'm through.
Today, if what you say is true,
reality has laid me low.
With this world, I'm through, be that so.
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