The clouds gave way
To great spirit and joy...
It was all too much
for a moment...
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye...
I'm just like a bottle of cola
My life is dark...
My dad was a warrior, the toughest man I have ever...
A picnic on the edge of forest of pines,
Patches flowers bloom as the warm sun shines...
Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...
Why is control a thing
Maybe I’m going insane...
One day the sun is bright and the birds are...
My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...
Let’s go grab coffee
and I can savor your heroic ego...
They try to come in a subtle hushes
Voices saying they are here to help...