My Good-Bye To You
I know you’re fading
I know we’ll have to say good-bye
You’ll hold our hands
You’ll tell us not to cry
When you lie down to rest
We’ll ask over and over why?
There is so much left here for you to see.
Children will grow, adults to be
You’ll not witness marriages
More children to come
Before all that you’ll be called home
We love you now
We’ll love you when you’re gone
Forever our loving memory you will be
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