When I Look At Children Playing In The Park,

I Remember You.

When I Watch Parents Push Their Children In Swings,

I Think Of You

When I’m Alone In The Dark Cloak Of Night,

I Can Still See You.

When I Close My Eyes To Day-Dream,

I Only Dream Of You.

You, My Child, My Hope For Tomorrow,

You Are Gone Now And I Hate The World.

I Hate Life, I Hate Death,

I Hate My Family, I Hate My Friends.

I Only Love My Memories Of You,

And Slowly They Begin To Fade
Away,

Day, By Day, By Day.

Soon I Will Forget Some And This Pain Will Ease,

But Right Now,

I Remember You.
 
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