Wishing that you were here
To stand between me and all my fear
To be the leader of the band
So I could be your second hand
I know I could have looked up to you
We would have fought, but worked it through.
The fact is that you are gone,
But now it really won't be long.
Someday soon we will meet
At our Fathers feet.
Until then I'll do my best
No matter the aching in my chest
There is hope
This is how I cope.
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