White Cross

©℗2006 Dave Insley, Crawl Daddy Music, BMI

There’s a white cross on the highway where you breathed your last breath
There was nothing in my life before to prepare me for your death
Now soon I will be leaving cause my time has neared it’s end
I will die without you my love, I’ll die without my friends
I’ll take with me the memories of the sweet love that you gave
But who will be around to put fresh flowers on your grave?

The dress you wore the day we met, the letters that you wrote
I’ve saved them all for these ten years, and never gave up hope
That somehow you would find a way, to reach me from beyond
And I’d be here in love with you, just like you’d never gone
Well I’ll take with me the memory of the sweet love that you gave
But who will be around to put fresh flowers on your grave?

The voices in my ear won’t stop, you know they’re not my own
They're the voices of our fathers and they’re calling us back home
Now soon I will be leaving, cause my time has neared it’s end
I will die without you my love, I’ll die without my friends
I’ll take with me the memories of the sweet love that you gave
But who will be around to put fresh flowers on my grave?

©℗2006 Dave Insley, Crawl Daddy Music, BMI