Cuddling Her Feet/ Tony Hanna

I woke up in the morning
To a screaming storm
Ripping out doors and windows
There was nothing to keep me warm

I turned around and next to me
Was a picture of my sweet
I held her picture and to keep her warm
I cuddled up to her feet

She kept me away from sadness
With her, forever I’ll succeed
Her love, her feelings, her touches
For me, that’s all I need



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