Who was ..........
Its right on the tip of my .........,
That guy that made it make sense.
Or was it a girl that ......,
I can see their face so clearly,
That it makes my shame so nearly,
Impossible to erase cause I can see their face.
To be as they are is all I could want,
Their words and acts so easily to lead me,
Yet to see what they have done,
At least for this mother's son.
So who do I thank or where do I go,
For the appreciation I wish to show.
Thank you lord for letting me be,
One of the ones people can see,
Without ever knowing it might have been me.
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