Years ago when I was young,
you were there to dry my tears.
Now it seems them days are gone,
and now I'm filled with fears.
Your eyes still seem the same,
but the light behind them has gone.
I hope that you will return to us,
That goodness will shine down from above upon.
The way your voice is now hushed,
the way your hands do shake.
I feel your stuck someplace dark,
in a dream, and you can't wake.
I pray for you now each and everyday,
I have to plead with yourself to see.
I hope your soul is making it's repairs,
Cause you'll always be a hero to me.