Hot Soup

Last December, got here on the wrong day

It was too late the soup had gotten cold

And the phone rang, hearts and smiles from my home

With the story I wish that you could know

And I

I miss you

And I

I miss you

Memories stay walking with me

Like you did every day to school

Now I wonder if you'd be proud

That I made the soup on my own

And I

I miss you

And I

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you