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Gone Forever — I Will Cry a River 2 by Angel

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Gone Forever — I Will Cry a River 2 by Angel - Contemporary Soul Ballad,Female Vocals music cover art

Gone Forever — I Will Cry a River 2

Contemporary Soul Ballad,Female Vocals

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(Verse 1)
Mother Annie Wanawon, your light still glows,
In the kitchen morning steam where your soft laughter grows.
You hummed a lullaby by the window when the rain came down,
Left cinnamon on the sill, left my fear, sewed my crown.
Gone forever, but your footsteps live on the floor,
Annie Wanawon, I hear you in every closing door.
(Chorus — Grief)
If tears could bring you back, Mother Annie Wanawon,
I'd cry a river so wide it would carry you home.
Morning would break on the shore of your hands,
Annie Wanawon, you'd be here where you belong.
(Verse 2)
Late Mother Annie Wanawon, your hands taught me the rites,
How to knead bread at dawn, how to set small wrongs right.
You'd say "plant patience" and point to the garden rows,
Your shawl on the chair still smells like the rain and rose.
Annie Wanawon, you stitched our Sundays into light.
(Chorus — Memory)
If tears could bring you back, Annie Wanawon,
I'd whisper the names of the songs you used to hum.
I'd fold your letters, press the lavender you'd keep,
And wait at the gate where you watched the children sleep.
(Bridge — Turning Point)
I take your shawl, late Mother Annie Wanawon, hold it to my face,
The jasmine of your garden fills the empty place.
I taste the bread you taught me, feel the prayer you left behind,
Your saying—"courage is small hands doing kind"—runs through my mind.
(Chorus — Acceptance)
If tears could bring you back, Mother Annie Wanawon,
I'll let them water the strength you planted deep.
Turn my sorrow into stories that I softly keep,
Annie Wanawon, in the way I rise, in the promises I keep.
(Outro)
Gone forever, late Mother, but not gone from me,
Annie Wanawon, in every dawn I'll hear you say, "be free."