Underneath The Oak Tree.
I went outside to sit beneath the old oak tree.
When I sat there I thought of you and how it used to be.
How it used to be before you left us to go to a world without pain.
I still remember how you would call every year when it was our birthday.
Now every year I have to go through the pain of knowing that call is never coming again.
I miss you but I'm glad you let go because I know you couldn't hold on anymore.
It's been seven years since I last saw you but only a year since you left.
The hardest part is I didn't get to say goodbye.
I used to think how selfish could God be. Now I think it was me being selfish.
I went outside to day and thought heaven has a great hero.
When I sat there I thought of you and how it used to be.
How it used to be before you left us to go to a world without pain.
I still remember how you would call every year when it was our birthday.
Now every year I have to go through the pain of knowing that call is never coming again.
I miss you but I'm glad you let go because I know you couldn't hold on anymore.
It's been seven years since I last saw you but only a year since you left.
The hardest part is I didn't get to say goodbye.
I used to think how selfish could God be. Now I think it was me being selfish.
I went outside to day and thought heaven has a great hero.