Album: We Are A Dying Breed (2006)

May Of 98


I can barely remember, the last time I saw you.
Little did I know, that was your death bed.
I wish I would have, spent more time with you and not caused you so much pain and torment.
Eight years later and I still think of you.
Eight years later, and I still think of you.
Your words to me, they held a lasting impression.
Knowing you’re in a better place with your everlasting family, knowing you are happy and I will see you… again one day!