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The bittersweet pain of letting go, children grown, but still loved as children in memory. |
| Memories Past One life to live One dream to dream Wandering Memories Past My Sons My Sons We laughed and danced Growing up together Friends and buddies My sons and I The midst of pain Of Love lost, searching Years swiftly unlived Years Passed My Sons My Sons Full grown strangers Yet familiar Words, I love you Seldom spoken Regrets Last My Sons My Sons Where, The love shown Teasing, laughing Heartfelt respect Freely given Now is silence My Sons My Sons Of all God's gifts Freely given The one missed most My Sons My Sons. |