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Last December...
Inspiration, a fickle thing.
Inspires the very words you sing.
Inspiring so that you can remember,
How you Felt Last December....
It starts as a count down, counting the days.
The birth of boy, my mum's new babe.
Very poorly but powerful your love brought us strong,
just until Christmas and we thought you'd be gone.
The funny feeling on Christmas eve,
Your Birthday Count Down, the christmas tree.
YOur smile your giggle your warm loved hugs,
all the jokes and games the waking up tugs.
Running around the perfect party to be made,
invite every one for your worth every penny paid.
Sixteen was just a number it was all for you,
every present every balloon white pink and blue.
So much we wanted your happiness to shine,
Little did we know you were running out of time.
Best Birthday maybe Best Christmas or not,
theres weren't enough to express what we got.
We may have lost you this year,
the coming month is mournful instead of usual cheer.
The Best Christmas Gift was what you inspired most,
A family will wish upon past christmas ghost.
Your face will be in our memories every morn,
from every single Christmas ever since you were born.
the inspiration of your strength, will more then move us on,
You live through each memory and every inspired song.
Inspiration, a fickle thing.
Inspires the very words you sing.
Inspiring so that you can remember,
How you Felt Last December....
