Yayi

Staring at your armchair I could cry
Where you used to be,
watching your movies
Saturdays still feel strange
Your memory takes me

To afternoons in front of the screen
Fixing up your sound system you'd be
Smiling when it hits the spot
Talking bout the planes in Top Gun
And welding up ships in the sixties
Hiding under tables from Japanese bombs

Beautiful stories come to stuttering ends
We sat by your bedside as the lights start to dim
No more suffering, we're at the bookend
Survived by a life well spent

It's hard to see you lose your composure
And cry when we clean you up
Dying days are hard to take
Sometimes you held a smiling face
I miss you everyday

Beautiful stories come to stuttering ends
We sat by your bedside as the lights start to dim
No more suffering, we're at the bookend
Survived by a life well spent

Survived by a happy ascent
Survived by a wife you loved till the end
Survived by your family with beautiful memories
With you in front of your flat screen tv



Credits
Writer(s): Imran Rahman
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