There's a child on the corner, with a tear in her eye. She's missing her mother, we all miss someone who's died.

If we could bring back the ones we loved, we'd just break our hearts again. Is one life enough, or should we do it again?

The little girl is crying, she's letting out a moan. Her mother was dying, now she's all alone.

All she has is her friend, except he's make believe. He looks just like her father, except he wears his heart on his sleeve.

Her mothers last words were "do what you love, and love what you do". Then she gasped for air, and her face turned blue.

On cold nights, she thinks of her mother. And what she would've been. With her own mind she fights, to wipe the slate clean.