The blog of Andrew J. Hill, his wife Mary Lynne, and their young son, Andrew James ("AJ"). It contains news and pictures from their time on the family farm in Fort Worth, Texas, 2006 - 2010.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Days go by...
You
You
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feelin' at my fingertips
That's pullin' at my skin
You leave me when I'm at my worst
Feelin' as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you
Without you
You are still a whisper on my lips
A feelin' at my fingertips
That's pullin' at my skin
You leave me when I'm at my worst
Feelin' as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you
Without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you
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