february leaves
A empty space in my heart
When it's the time when
send a though to a lost boys
That thrown in the towel
... And gave the meaning
of english rain
True meaning with all this pain
Like a traditional storm
It worm in your heart
And all you can do
Is ride it out
During these days you got all right
To be sad , cry and feeling blue
If a part of the progress
When you heal after a loss
Go to the church and buy a flower
Light a candle in the dark
Or just talk with him in your heart
Whatever you prefer
is the sad fact the same
Nothing will ever come to be
Like it used to be and it kills me
That you have to go through this
Never have to laugh with him
Have cleaver
conventions about things that matter
But perhaps you will see him in heaven
... And maybe that's some kinda comfort
That you have a guardian angel
Looking out for you
when you are in danger ?
This is a poem I never wanted to write
Because thinking about it
tears come when I home alone
But everybody know
after misery comes joy
And that pure happiness to see
Like the gain of the a little boy
To see something he do
That remember me
... about you