Too young to know too young to grow
I was just a child when you had to go
Yet I still remember the smell of the smoke
It’s burned into my memory, I would know
The love we received from you was nothing short of true
I’ve had a feeling that maybe you’re in the room
Watching me, protecting me, healing me
You’re not truly gone, always where we’ll be
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC
Too young to know too young to grow
I was just a child when you had to go
Yet I still remember the smell of the smoke
It’s burned into my memory, I would know
The love we received from you was nothing short of true
I’ve had a feeling that maybe you’re in the room
Watching me, protecting me, healing me
You’re not truly gone, always where we’ll be
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