There are no words that she can hear
Almost the same from standing here
Laughing faces, jewels crystal clear
Opportunities wasted all these years
I'm happy as long as you live
And sorry for what I lack
Pretty sure we both missed
But I do hope you achieve it
Whispers in time disappear
Ghosts in my daily nightmares
One word, one line, could have beens
I'll stay behind to remember
Faded paintings of our scriptures
How we love adoring
Maybe hell is really heaven
Prices are soaring
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