| There is not a day that I don’t think of you*
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| Everyday I cry and ask why oh why
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| I watched you suffer day to day
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| Will you come down and help me through this
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| You are the light that will lead my way
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| Show me
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| Show me the way
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| Day to day, but your spirits stayed high
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| Even though you were dying inside
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| As that evil sickness ate at you
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| The grace and your fate were relieved
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| Because you believed
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| Will you come down and help me through this
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| You are the light that will lead my way
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| Show me
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| Show me the way
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| Not how he died
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| But how he lived
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| Not what he did
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| But what he gave
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| Nobody can measure up to his worth as a man
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| He was ready with word and cheer
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| To bring the smiles to banish those tears
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| After all he did
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| I was his hero
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| That is what he said to me
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| But he was the one who guided me
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| Your presence was there at the funeral
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| But you live on in my spirit and heart
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| In my spirit and heart
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| Will you come down and help me through this
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| Will you come
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| Will you come down and help me through this
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| You are the light
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| That will lead the way to me
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| Show me the way |