Every time I see you I remember,
All the things you did for me.
When I was going through my adolescent hell,
Yet now I cannot speak unless I cry.
I know you no longer want to see me;
You've made your choice,
and that I must respect.
But I've a need to say that I still love you,
I have no fear or pride I need protect.
Just as the sun must come back every morning,
To shine upon the meadow it holds dear.
So I will from afar shine on your glory,
And hope someday again you'll let me near.
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