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On the West side of town, the seconds tiptoe by and I weep for you

I wish I was there to hold you close and whisper softly that everything will be alright

Though you may not see me, I am with you



From twenty miles away the minutes fade into the past and with each one my eyes well at the image of your sorrow

I wish I was there to dry your face and wipe the tears from your cheek

Though you may not see me, I am with you



Across the desert landscape the hours turn to dusk and the sun falls into the hands of the night

My body trembles knowing your loss is of the one who held your hand high always…  during the happy times and the sad times, when you were weak and when you were strong, when you were scared and when you were brave, when you were sick and in times of good health

She held your hand high without falter as you grew from her little bundle of joy into the loving man you are today

I wish I was there now to hold your hand high as you set her free into the glorious and peaceful heavens filled with angels like her, lovely, precious, and beautiful in every way

Though you may not see me, I am with you



Though you may not see me standing before you, I am with you in spirit attached by the strings of our love.

Every second, every minute of each hour, those strings are wrapped around you tight, holding you close to my heart.