A poem I dedicated to Michael .
I woke up one day, I found at bạn were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see bạn one ngày in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my tim, trái tim is hurting
Wherever bạn are, I feel bạn close no matter
How far hoặc how near
Why did bạn go? One ngày I will know,
bạn never đã đưa ý kiến goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at bạn were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see bạn one ngày in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my tim, trái tim is hurting
Wherever bạn are, I feel bạn close no matter
How far hoặc how near
Why did bạn go? One ngày I will know,
bạn never đã đưa ý kiến goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
