Skipping Stones

There's a closet full of bones and
my mind is skipping stones
Random thoughts of a long long time ago

How you cradled him so near
'cause he was your baby dear
With a song, so tender sweet and low

There's a hazy distant place
where I always see your face
And death is just a word in a book

When I want to see your grin
I just travel back again
Skip some stones, close my eyes and take a look

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