A whispered wind that blows cold in the crisp moonlight
Stars to high to reach like goals that burn to bright
Memories to raw to remember ,covered with pain fear
Not a day passes that i don't wish you were here
With dark hair as straight as rain and as soft as feathers blowing in the breeze
sun kissed skin of leather and eyes of flowing river blue .
with soft words of decent wisdom to be passed on from age to age .
Once I made a promise to remember you with laughter and grace .
because that's how he remembers us all if you only remember the tears don't remember him at all.


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