Haven't heard her heartbeat in a little more than two years
The one that sustained her, the woman who gave me life
It may seem so trivial,
How can I miss the rhythm I got to know so well?
The rhythm I longed to hear first thing in morning's light and
last before night's slumber
The rhythm that softly let me know everything would be okay
When she got ill her heartbeat made me believe in miracles
The kind prayers are sent up to ask for
What I wouldn't give to hear the sound that was uniquely hers once again
It may seem so trivial,
How can I miss the rhythm I got to know so well?
The rhythm I longed to hear first thing in morning's light and
last before night's slumber
The rhythm that softly let me know everything would be okay
When she got ill her heartbeat made me believe in miracles
The kind prayers are sent up to ask for
What I wouldn't give to hear the sound that was uniquely hers once again
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