I'll try and make it up to you.

They've cut down the trees to try to forget you.

But I took a vow to never forget you.

If you're still here, then we're waiting.

We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.

Until the guilt grows and grows.

When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me.

And I'll deserve every bit. because I'm not spiritual yet.

I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.

And it's not fading off, we remember the years.

As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.

And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.

And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.

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"Tell them to look up, tell them to remember the stars." Renee, TWLOHA.com