The November sun shone a bit brighter,
the rays on my face just a little bit warmer
and
I just couldn't help but ponder...
Did you call me here?
Tell me, did you put this bug in my ear?
Cause I haven't been here in so long
Almost like my memory held a fog.
But now somehow it's clear
You must have called me here.
A smile and a laugh.
The crunch of leaves over green grass.
Too much time has come to pass.
I left a flower on your grave,
and there I stood and prayed.
I'm glad you called me here.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
The November sun shone a bit brighter,
the rays on my face just a little bit warmer
and
I just couldn't help but ponder...
Did you call me here?
Tell me, did you put this bug in my ear?
Cause I haven't been here in so long
Almost like my memory held a fog.
But now somehow it's clear
You must have called me here.
A smile and a laugh.
The crunch of leaves over green grass.
Too much time has come to pass.
I left a flower on your grave,
and there I stood and prayed.
I'm glad you called me here.
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