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I would raise your body from the grave.

If I could,

I would mold your ashes into flesh.

The energy released would be worth –

Just one more day,

One more moment.



To Charleston we went,

And we saw the sea.

Down old dirt roads, some stone streets.

If you had flown I would have

Prayed for wings, a lift

Into the heavenly skies.



Although you cried for Eastern Georgia,

Somewhere deep in Richmond County,

Down the way of interstate 20,

Somewhere east of 85,

I shamefully refused your hand.



Cry once more and I will heed your scream.

Drive and I will ride with you.

I will run farther than my legs can carry.

Hold my number in your memory.

When you visualize Augusta’s sky,

This time I will fight for the front seat.