Never Letting Go

Outside a small town in Indiana, amongst the sycamore trees
There sits a young grieving woman, praying on her knees
"Honey, I need you badly, come back to me please"
She feels her body shiver, from a cold November breeze

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She thinks it's witchcraft
As she sees him standing there
She knows it may be visions, but at that moment
She didn't care
When you lose a love that's true
If it cones back to you
You don't let go
You never, never let it go

She hears towns people talking about her, when she goes out alone on her walks
Holding hands, with her man, and laughing as he talks
She puts food on the table, and a placesetting for two
She laughed as he spoke, at all his jokes, the way she used to do

The young woman grows old, and passes away barely making a sound
Finally joining her husband, six feet underground.
Her truth is deeply etched on her cemetary stone
From a passage taken from her diary, a poem that was her own

"I made a wish, and I thought somehow I had brought back the dead
But deep down I knew, what I saw were just visions in my head
When we lose the ones we love, they are never really gone
With his memories inside of me...
I simply refused to move on

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