the time is here
you'll hear her calling
her voice is clear
she'll catch your falling
her melody
will make you cry
when time is up
and it's goodbye
but still she'll come
and visit you
remembering things
of long lost youth
her voice still soft
her words still kind
but she'll get lost
in your chaos mind
but in the end
she'll take you home
with wounds to mend
and tired bones
she'll sing your song again
you'll sing along and then...
~*~*~*
I'm dedicating this one to my uncle Paul who passed away April 1st 2015.
Ps. it's no joke, so don't call me out on April fools.
