Now I'm standing at your grave again
looking down on the letters of your name
holding back my tears
I know you wouldn't want me to cry
wish I had the chance to tell you goodbye
I'm asking myself
why did you have to go
why weren't you allowed to watch me grow
and what would you say
if you could see me now
I wish you'd be proud of me.
I Love You.
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