• It's been six years since you left this place Poppee.
    Yet, still I remember how you used to sit me on your knee.
    And tell me stories of how life used to be.
    How you grew up, and what you expected of me.

    But my favorite memories of you poppee.
    Is when you would sing to me.
    During those scary storms, when the lightining would strike.
    You would hold me close, and tell me everything would be alright.

    It's been a long, long time since I last heard you speak.
    The tears that stream down my cheeks, they still can make me weak.

    But all I have to do, is simply listen for you.
    And I can hear that old song creep back into my mind, that you sang to just us two.

    I miss you so much Poppee.
    I miss being little, and sitting upon your knee.

    It's been far too long Poppee.
    Since I've heard your sweet melody.

    Poppee, I just have to know.
    Why did you have to go?
    When you knew I needed you so?

    It's been six years since you left this place Poppee.
    I still miss those days when you would sit me on your knee.
    And tell me all those stories, of how life used to be.
    I remember how you said life was when you grew up, I remember what you expected of me.

    Theres just one thing I have left to say, before you go.
    I want you to know.
    I love you, Goodbye Poppee...