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I have to tell a story I pray you want to hear It started one late summer's night Please let me bend your ear.
She walked into the dance hall Or flowed might best describe She didn't seek the spotlight Oh how my heart did fall.
I saw the light bounce off her hair And luminate her smile A smile I'd come to know so well A smile I still hold dear.
A boy I was, but yet I knew Her innocence was pure I shyly moved near to her And didn't feel the floor.
We danced a little while that night Enough to make me ache Somehow I knew she'd touched my life I thought she'd be my wife.
The distance kept us both apart The phone lines kept us near I longed to hold her to me But never did declare.
One cold and stormy winter night By chance, or destiny With miles to walk before me Her smile again appeared.
Here was this precious angel Newspapers in her arms I tried to shield her from the wind I thought from all life's harms.
She took her white cap from her crown And placed it onto my mine "You've far to walk this stormy night Please call when you arrive".
But never once did I speak out Not once did I dare say I wish you'd be my steady girl I love you as a friend.
The summer came so quickly Not all young boys demured I watched her being courted And still remained assured.
I prayed to God, I'm sure I did "Please God I ask of thee Don't let her heart attach another Please God save her for me".
And on a warm late summer's night The sirens beckoned me A young boy ran to see a crash Then life began to bleed.
While she lay broken, doctors near Her parent's hearts so torn I prayed outside the ICU "Please God remove this thorn".
The choice could not be easy Each day they'd miss her more The doctors said she'd left us And her parents made love soar.
I sat outside the funeral home I think for all three days I found the strength and courage To help in her cortege.
So many times I did return To sit and cry and smile To lay a flower at her crown To pray, "God, one more mile".
Twenty years have passed me by Still asking how and why The papers carried in her arms Now carried God's reply.
The doctors asked permission And her parents did agree Another child lay dying Sandra's love has set her free.
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