I keep my daughter Arya right here at my
neck, Her ashes in a necklace,
her twin always checks, Nine months old and reaching,
little hands on the chain,
Like any baby would, she plays with her name.
And like any baby, straight to the mouth it goes,
Grocery store, checkout line, here we go—
I'm sorry, baby, no, ...I'm sorry, what did she just say?
Ma'am, we're gonna walk away.
We talk about Arya all the time,
she knows, There's a memorial corner where her pictures go,
Baby L keeps stealing little things from the shelf,
Guess that's just sisters, learning love by themselves.
I'm sorry, baby, no, ...I'm sorry,
her twin's with her all the time,
...Okay, that one's actually kind of fine.
Her memory's gonna live on,
I'm not forgetting my girl,
She's around my neck, and she's around my world.
