lundi, le 3 décembre 2018
OVER THE MEADOWS
Over the meadows, over the hills, gliding on still waters, the heart of wills.
She was a Mom driven with grace, she once told me your future looks bright on this crazy place, you will learn as you get older trial and air of a once blinked eye a strangers stare.
Well those strangers and those fears have no room for you my dear, for your laughter your loving ways made a road map of this crazy place.
I see now what you meant a traveling spirt dressed in flesh a soul released with no relent.
You can now be with Pop straight ahead no pit stops.
So we say see you later its not goodbye, take your wings and make the fly, over the meadows over the hills gliding on still waters, the heart of wills.
Loved and Missed Forever
xo
