Four years ago, right around this time of year... I was only barely rescued from the a walkers grasp. This time of year makes me miss my Mom. She used to sing
this song to me when I was little, because my Father would beat her. And sometimes she didn't know if he'd stop, or if he'd go on so much that he'd take her away from me.
But now it's me that wont ever see her again. Not until we're both in Heaven. I'm sorry if this hurts anybody.
That I should know your face, my love
Like sorrow knows the morning dove
That I should hold you to my breast
Come back to me, is my request
My own true love, remember me
When once again my eyes you see
My heart lays in a darkened place
That you should know my weary face
I'll search for you on Jordan shore
To hold you in my arms once more
I travel down this long hard road
And I'll not ever let you go
That I should know your face, my love
Come back to me, is my request