Absalom

I love my daughter My God loves me you know We all have an Absalom A little in you and me a little in those we love And to my dying breath you know Absalom will be with me I'm so tired so tired answering questions Ends with Absalom holding my hand Away from here at last, tomorrow at last Today at last you know We will pick flowers together in the garden with the Gardener we will pick up the pieces and put them back together not like we tried before, you know I looked in her direction she smiled I've seen it before maybe more than once I woke up and looked in her direction You know It's all in a dream what can I say Maybe it will happen again