Empty Space
I need you here in my world
How do I claim a soul taken too soon?
If I slam on the brakes, fly through the windscreen
Would I find you in the dead zone?
In my half state, would I be able to hold on to you
Bring you back
Does the memory of me live with you still?
Do you hear me calling late at night?
For one last moment
One kiss, one touch of your hand
Our daughter is calling
Daddy, I’m hungry
I am called back to my own world
By the sound of her voice
There is an empty space walking beside me
An outline of you I cannot touch…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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