Red Rover...
Fill the skies, with .....woe.
Let the power of the wind.
Kiss away, my fears.
Let the sands of time.
Cause my dreams to drift .
Let, angry waves,..... crash,
upon the empty shore.
To fill, my wandering.... tracks.
I'd thought, when I was born.
I'd, never grow old.
It wasn't, part, of .....my destiny.
But, I was wrong.
Would, that haunting lullaby.....
Ease my pain,
and
make me sleep?
Giajl © Jim Love