I looked upon the picture on the fireside hearth,
Wondering where you are, outisde my heart,
Wishing that you hadn't gone away,
Yet knowing that you'd had your yesterday.
I look upon those days of lasting joy
Of all the things you taught me, as a boy,
How nothing held you back from showing me
That every heart and soul should be set free.
I stare up at the sky in times of need
To look for signs that you yourself are freed
I only wish I could see you again,
Perhaps in tears of joy through falling rain
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