I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep,
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew.
That in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over...I smile and watch
You yawning and say "good-night,
God Bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have to many things to show you, there is so much for you to see
Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.
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"Medlee's NYY Grand Slam"
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