I remember her picture on the wall
I remember everything about her
Heaven never ceases to amaze me
As the clouds begin to disappear
And the sun begins to shine
How come nobody told me she died?
That old house stands alone
Between two other houses
May that old spirit rest
And may she rest with it
And I will always remember
The dry grass and the dying tree
That died with her.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2024 20:02
- Category: Unclassified
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