i reach out my hand,
but the sad child standing there
smiles and fade away
and my hand grasps air –
nothing but memories left
where you used to stand
air and memories
i reach out my hand,
but the sad child standing there
smiles and fade away
and my hand grasps air –
nothing but memories left
where you used to stand
Chaos of Life 
I can feel this and have air and memories of my Dad
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Memories – priceless yet painful treasures.
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