To… Be… Gone….
If not when, then where?
I Have one desire to ask; “Grant me one wish.”
I Close my eyes and I hope to see you again,
but a lost soul can only be felt within hearts of despair.
Six…. Feet…. Under….
A Place of rest, awaits to be shared.
To forget or not to forget?
This roams through my mind as I am scared.
My hope belongs to you
as you always cared.
One…. Star…. Away…
To follow one butterfly, then I shall seek for the skies.
You left us behind,
but in trust you have showed us your eyes.
A Day of rest shall behold our hearts
as I grant one wish; for you to rise….