Each rooms a little dimmer now,
each sky a bit more grey.
The sun shines not as brightly,
there's less laughter in each day.
The hours seem somehow longer
with each minute comes the pain
If I could have just one more day with you
to see your face again…
Into this world you brought me
taught me right from wrong
Your laughter was my music
your love, that musics song
I assumed you'd always be there
to share my joy and ease my pain
its hard to know I'll never
see you or hear your voice again
The sunshine of my every day
has now been replaced by cloud
but I know that you're still up there Mum
I'll do my best to do you proud
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 7:11 AM UTC
Each rooms a little dimmer now,
each sky a bit more grey.
The sun shines not as brightly,
there's less laughter in each day.
The hours seem somehow longer
with each minute comes the pain
If I could have just one more day with you
to see your face again…
Into this world you brought me
taught me right from wrong
Your laughter was my music
your love, that musics song
I assumed you'd always be there
to share my joy and ease my pain
its hard to know I'll never
see you or hear your voice again
The sunshine of my every day
has now been replaced by cloud
but I know that you're still up there Mum
I'll do my best to do you proud
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