An hour left

I look up unto heavens,

and see a metal bird flying up there,

And I wonder, if you are in there.

As it goes, I start to cry,

and pray that you'd hear me say,

I will miss you much,
but wherever you are, I hope you're happy,
and often think of me.
I know I got to let you go,
so our love can eternally grow.



Then I hear someone behind me.
Moving swiftly, moving tenderly,
singing softly, singing sweetly.
She lays her hand on me,
and then starts to say.


I have got an hour left,
And I'll spend it with no one but you;
Think of me, and I'll be with you.
I will miss you too,
much more than you'll ever know.