November 4, 2007
She lays and wonders when the clouds will cover her again. Showers and thunders, shelter from her blunders she still cannot make sense of them. I love you dearly I hope if you can hear me you will say that youíll be coming home. Because weíre getting older, I donít think I can shoulder this new life alone. Taking my walks myself like Iíve always done, smelling the fresh air the promise and the despair all wrapped up in one. If you can feel me do what appeals to me come back like you used to when we were young.