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Visiting Hours

So many times, I knew you'd be in my life;

my first car, out of school, a new job and a wife.

 

My first job just started today.

I know its not much, but its paving the way.

 

Just branching out, to make it on my own.

I wish you could see me in my brand new home.

 

But you're not here, its just me and my beer, and I **** sure wont be sober.

Cause try as I might, I remember the night, They told me "visiting hours are over".

 

Its hard to explain after all these years, how it seem so easy that I break down in tears.

 

I always thought that You'd be here with me; it never occurred that You just wouldn't be.

 

As I stand by your graveside, a train whistle blows. The wind picks up and the sky is a glow.

 

So many things I was longing to say.

I hope you are right, that well meet again someday.

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