Kaylyn "Kayla" Nicole
February 19, 1995 - November 2, 2015


Kaylyn

by Alan Scott, Rex Horan, and Sara Lee


So small, squeaks running across the bed,
To kiss me before I left, sleepy head.
So bold, the start of the show’s always you,
Things that I could never do, only you.

Kaylyn, I want more of your story
But they stopped the movie before we got through the first reel.
Kaylyn, so I’ve started it over and I’m watching it slowly
Watching you year by year.

So wise, I could never tell you a lie.
Surprised by your insight when you ask “why?”
So strong, anything you wanted to be
Everything I saw you achieve, so at ease

Kaylyn, I want more of your story
But they stopped the movie before we got through the first reel
Kaylyn, so I’ve started it over and I’m watching it slowly
Watching you year by year

So numb, like watching myself on TV
Asking is that really me, could it be?
So scared, holding a picture of you
Showing it all ‘round the room got me through
Kaylyn, I want more of your story
But they stopped the movie before we got through the first reel
Kaylyn, so I’ve started it over and I’m watching it slowly
Watching you year by year, by year, by year