If my feet aren't planted, than I'm sorry.
If this doesn't work than I'm sorry.
If I am swept away by the wind than I'm sorry.
If the dream didn't survive than I am to blame.
If I'm not there, I truly wanted to be.
If I have to go, I never wanted to.
When it's my time to go, I will always be thinking of you.
When I'm gone, no songs will be sang.
No stories will be told.
No movies will be played.
My memories will not be kept.
The burden for my shoulders will not be carried by any other.
Let the ones I love be forever happy and not be held down by the happenings
of the day.
When the time is here, I embrace death with open arms, and my mind clenched to the memory of a better day.
The day that didn't happen.
Your face forever stained unto the burning ashes that blow to the wind wherever it may take them, and the wind shall call out to you.
Telling you what was meant to be said in the end, you can not escape it.
The wind never stops blowing, and with the slightest breeze, the wind will tell you
"I love you"
Sing your songs in the netherworld, dearly departed, for your voice lies as a whisper on the wind, and with that whisper forever lies the memories of your being.
But you cannot keep the wind, instead it will always be there for you. Telling you what was meant to be said in the end, you can not escape it.
The wind never stops blowing, and with the slightest breeze, the wind will tell you
"I love you"
 Father Fluff · Sun Jul 27, 2008 @ 08:44pm · 5 Comments |
