Stranded. Alone.
Stranded. Alone.
But I’ll never forget the tone.
The sound of your voice as I dial your phone.
You’re gone but not forgotten,
Out of my life – memories meet the wind.
Stranded. Alone.
All I need – memories to blend.
Your smile, your laugh, your love.
My wrath.
Stranded. Alone.
An old picture of you, dad,
That’s all I need.
Just an image – the one the program had,
Keep the memory alive – branding-hot and iron clad.
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