my memories of...

As I lay my head down my mind can’t help but wonder along.

I’m propelled to a place that was once barren but now thrives with misery pain and suffering.

I think about her pretty face.
Her astounding brilliance and now lost grace.

I hear her song it jolts something within me her beautiful smile I can no longer see.
My eyes are overcome by the feelings that I hide I’ve lost the strength to hold it inside.

I kissed her cheek she says, “thank you for coming” and I know I will see her again.

Then the phone rings and all I hear are bells ringing, clanging, loud bells, church bells, someone singing.

I see her once before the brilliant flames take her.

My greatest desire I know, will never be so I ask this one modest favor, her beautiful smile I would always see.

Her song plays ever clear, bringing forth memories I hold so dear.
These are the things I feel
whenever I lay my head.