Your Song

December 14, 2008
By Cheyenne Gillett, Yorba Linda, CA

Night after night I dream of you, sleeping in class I daydream too.
Day after day I drudge along. Just to hopefully hear your song.
You go away to the great above, just to leave me with a hand and a glove.
Sometimes I hear our song and I think you're long gone.

The author's comments:
Recently I lost someone I cared very much about. Everytime I hear our song I think about how much this person means to me.

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