Today I woke up to your voice
calling out my name
and it sounded like sweet music
so gentle its refrain
it was like waking up to raindrops
falling softly on my face
and for a moment memories
had fallen out of place
but then it all came creeping back
and the pain welled up inside
of the night I woke up to your voice
when in my sleep you cried
I don't know how you reached me
from so may miles away
but one minute I was sound asleep
the next I heard you say
please honey, come and get me
for I don't feel so good
somethings happening to the baby
it doesn't feel like it should
As fast as I could get there
I drove the 40 miles
to your sisters on the lakeshore
where we'd shared so many smiles
But as I turned round the corner
nearly crashing at the gate
I could see the paramedics
and I knew I was too late
They said you didn't make it
that the baby had died too
why did you hide your sickness from me
there could've been something we could do
Well that was seven years ago
and each day I feel the pain
But today I woke up to your voice
calling out my name.
And it sounded like music...
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 7:26 PM UTC
Today I woke up to your voice
calling out my name
and it sounded like sweet music
so gentle its refrain
it was like waking up to raindrops
falling softly on my face
and for a moment memories
had fallen out of place
but then it all came creeping back
and the pain welled up inside
of the night I woke up to your voice
when in my sleep you cried
I don't know how you reached me
from so may miles away
but one minute I was sound asleep
the next I heard you say
please honey, come and get me
for I don't feel so good
somethings happening to the baby
it doesn't feel like it should
As fast as I could get there
I drove the 40 miles
to your sisters on the lakeshore
where we'd shared so many smiles
But as I turned round the corner
nearly crashing at the gate
I could see the paramedics
and I knew I was too late
They said you didn't make it
that the baby had died too
why did you hide your sickness from me
there could've been something we could do
Well that was seven years ago
and each day I feel the pain
But today I woke up to your voice
calling out my name.
And it sounded like music...
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