I thought our song was this..

A picture frame Hangs on a wall And I'm surprised I even noticed it at all The years have warped the frame A crack runs through the paint It’s begun to fade But the pictures still the same If you look close enough you’ll know

Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song

Now I stare At an empty room But memories Give my soul a different view Of all the lives you touched You taught me so much Now angles lift you up To a place you loved so much And you’ll be welcome there
I know

Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song

This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye

Well I don’t know What I believe All I knowsoul a different view Of all the lives you touched You taught me so much Now angles lift you up To a place you loved so much And you’ll be welcome there
I know

Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song

This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye

Well I don’t know What I believe All I know Is that there more to it than me Its time for you to go To say goodbye I know I cross my T’s real slow I close my eyes If you look close enough you’ll know

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poem by Alex Ginger
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