Sunday afternoon, I'm in our park.
My mem'ry suddenly thinks you're still here with me.
Wonder where you went, and when you really left,
And why in the world you ever happened to me.
But I wish you were still with me.
I wish you were yet my lady.
I'm still here, heart out in my hand.
In love, I guess I am.
Sunday evening and I'm glad you're gone.
I get on with what life I've left to me.
All that time we spent and all those mem'ries bent.
I'm glad you think you set me free.
But I wish you were still with me.
I wish you were yet my lady.
I'm still here, heart out in my hand.
In love, I guess I am.
Monday morning and it's hard to see
My heartache feels like you're still here with me.
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After my Linda died, it took many years for me to recover. These lyrics helped. That and a visit from her in my dreams.
Written May 16th, 2006
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No matter if you realize it or not, she will always be with you. And it will only make her happier to know you're happy. She's watching over you, hoping for the best life for you. If we drown ourselves in sorrow we have no way to reach out for the light. Life is about pain and discouragement and proving that you can do better. Never give up, Never give in, Don't let the powers unknown win. Thats how I've always looked at my life. This is a beautiful poem with alot of meaning for you, for anyone who can associate and have some empathy...
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