A
Special Part Of Me
by Bud Lemire on Sept 7,
2004
Everywhere I
go, I leave a special part of me
Touching the
people nearby, everyone I see
They are
either far away, or they can be close
Their love
may have faded, or they're loved the most
I left a part
of me with them, when I went away
Because it
wasn't a place, I was meant to stay
I followed on
my journey, where it leads me to
Learning
about life, whatever I go through
When you
touch someone, it's easy for them to see
Why you are
impressed, deep in their memory
You become a
part of them, and they a part of you
Because you
touched the soul, of someone that you knew
They look
back, and remember you as a friend
You are still
a part of them, memories never end
I'm so glad,
to touch those around me that I see
And leave
with them a memory, a special part of me
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