The time has gone, my heart’s grown cold, I miss your love and stories told, your smiling face, like golden dawn, my heart’s grown cold, the time has gone.
Our talks at night, your gentle voice to spill my soul, your ears, my choice, dear dad, your laughter made things right, your gentle voice, our talks at night.
How deep the ache through tearful eyes, to know you’ve left, can’t share our ties, a plan from God, your soul to take, through tearful eyes, how deep the ache.
For all my life, I will believe your presence guides me, yet I grieve for you to be here; end my strife, I will believe, for all my life.
October 2, 2000 I love and miss you Dad....
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