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Forever 22
He was only twenty two,
When the Lord called him home;
Forever to live in memory ...
Yet, never more to roam.

It's like the clock stopped ticking.
Time was standing still.
He'll be forever twenty two,
No life left to fulfill.

I have some special memories
Of when he was ten and twenty.
But memories of growing old,
I guess I'll never have any.

My heart cries loud, inside.
It says that I miss you.
Yet, I know You'll always be
Forever twenty two.

© 2002 by Claytia Doran

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