In the still of the night, my tears appear
They stream down very slowly and drop heavily
Into what is now a bed of seamless memories
They appear, and then disappear
Every year, I don’t remember. No I don’t
I experience it again in that moment, in that very hour
In that very day, scenes as clear as a movie in HD
Stained in the memory of my heart
My comfort to another is to only be strong and trust HIM
Looking forward and upward always
And though it tarry, to wait for it
But this feeling, it never goes away
Even though these tears appear and disappear.
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