It's the little things
That I've become a custom to
And every time that I
Walk across a memory of you
And I believe that every memory
Builds a bridge across this river
And From my heart they flow like water
And Sail me back to you
Its been so long but seems like yesterday
I could hear your voice
Telling me to be strong keep pushing on
Cause The Good Lords calling you home
And there's an empty part of me
That cant be filled and that's forever
And even though I know your not coming back
I still talk to you
And there's a place where sometimes I need to go
It's a bridge that takes me to a place I know
Where all my thoughts become the wind
That Carry's me
Back to you again
And I believe that every memory
Builds a bridge across this river
Telling me to be strong keep pushing on
The Good Lords calling me home
Calling me home