Sunday, March 25, 2018

When You

When you see me next
I'll be in a place
Mournful for our time
For death can't erase

When you hear my voice
Echo with the wind
Whispers the songbird
I will rise again

When you hold my hand
Cold the wild winds blow
Soar across blue skies
Knowing I am home

When you kiss my lips
This your last goodbye
Wistful that someday
We shall reunite


No comments:

Post a Comment