She paints an empty canvas
when she is
afraid
she built a falling castle
with her body of sand
and although lost
she found love in the eyes of him
shoulder
she could fall on
was never taken in
and all the rain is falling
and the side
walks are stained
with roses from her
brushes and
the pictures from her hands
oh
she cries a little harder
she
only cried to me
now if she called my name
I would have ran to catch her
And
the only tear left now comes from me
So now
I say these words to say to you
I find it
so hard to lose her
The greatest gift that
God ever gave to me
was a girl I named
December
she was a girl that I need
December
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