"Have you seen my son?
Not too tall, five-eight,"
She held up a color copy photograph from his wedding day
"This is his pregnant wife,
Carrying his last dream.
He walked down 46 floors before he felt the rush,
The rush of gasoline"
I can feel the pain
Looking in their eyes
But I don't know gone without goodbye
If I could reach the sky
I'd bring him right back to your arms
Though I haven't seen your son
He's forever in my life
-- Gone Without Goodbye, Brian Littrell
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