There are days that I can't seem to get through
without holding tightly to your memory.
There are days that memories bring tears,
And they seem to go on, and on, leaving me weary.

I sometimes laugh and remember you,
When I see a young girl's hand clutching her grandpa's.
Other times, I can't bear the sight.
And turn away, wishing I could touch yours once more.

I can't bear to visit you at your grave,
as you told me never to imagine you laying underground.
I can't really think of you in heaven,
When I feel you six feet underneath of me, laying down.

And I see the memories of you.
In old photos and home movies, around my house, too.
I wish I could run with you.
Once more I wish you could chase me through the door.

Apart since forever, that's you and me.
I'm music without soul most days, without you.
Wondering and Watching, will you come back for me?
With you in my world... I'd feel more complete.
I love you.