• Her smile proved love and light could be,to pass away so young leaveing me,I used cry at night, ,dureing the day it was a fight,to keep myself whole,now at night I lie awake,thinking of all the hearts I'd happily break,they think I'm odd,but I don't care,I miss my mother brushing my hair,I want her back,I'd give a sack of gold,to hear her tell one more tale of old,to hear her sing,I'd give my favorite diomond ring,just for one more memory,I'd give anything.