I saw a picture on the wall,
It wasn't big and it wasn't small,
I stared at this picture for quite a while,
When I did, I started to smile,
It reminded me of good times,
Because the picture was of you,
Loss of you has emptied my heart,
Because we are worlds apart,
But sometimes you draw near,
And I feel you here without any fear,
You fill my heart with joy,
And I hear you say, "That's my boy."
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