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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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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
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.
adam-smith
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
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