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take me home
For my son who asked me to take him home after his father had just died to a time before.
Winter, and its cold my little one,
The suns warmth has left your eyes,
The silver cloak of the perfect moon upon your shoulders, worn with the heaviness of time
Footsteps resounding through eternity, alone
Echoes in empty halls
Winter, and its cold my little one
The frost glistens in your eyes
The wailing crying winds of the wintery time caress your body
Dressed in white velvet snow
Blood red rose
Winter, and its cold my little one
My son
The new season sings
A song borne on gentle breezes,
Soft and sweet
Spring, and its warm my little one
Perfect crystals glisten and melt
Promises of things yet to be
Dreams to come true
A way home
losing a parent really sucks
losing a parent really sucks my dad killed himself it is very hard to deal with but will ultimately make him stronger. i am very sorry for your loss
Hello Mam,I just feel really
Hello Mam,
I just feel really sorry for the irrecoverable loss; and your melancholic expression on behalf of your son really makes us (readers) feel sad and wish that your son's dream would come true. You know the change of season is not far away for the snow to melt down to give way to spring. Your country road should surely take you and your son home and to the place where you belong to!
Ben