For the suffering children. And Lill.


Misty you

Can you see in the dark of haze
darky clouds are red in the misty morning
Will you wait for better days as you grow older
And I walk 'round the circle of time
without entering as you pass by, as you pass by.

Will you love me though I'm gone
Maybe for a while but when you look back at me
Can you turn your face to the sun and laughter again
Can you see the sunshine grow, the sunshine grow.

Where the angels wait for me
Could they know what I did'nt know
I'm sure they tell me, so sure they tell me
If only you were here and I was there
where I can't live
Look after them who needs your hand, who needs your hand.

Suffering every morning
In the misty morning
misty, misty you.




Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2006-10-10 at 13:09

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