It was something small That brought me close to his memory And then I felt his hands on my arms His piercing blue eyes looked right into mine. I heard him say I am so proud of you daughter.
Illusion, fantasy I know he would be. Wrapping his memory around me Is how now I find peace. Believing in his love for me Is how I recharge my hope.
I am him My life, death, persuit, ambition My desperation, desolution My words Are him. And he is always alive in me.
