Very Last Time

For the very last time you closed your eyes
For the very last time you said your goodbyes
For the very last time you turned to the skies
and said…

Don’t cry for me when I’m not here
Don’t mourn, my friend,
Don’t shed a tear
You gotta stay true to what’s inside
You gotta stand strong and live your life

The Intro

This is not a tale of a hero, of a special individual destined for greatness or different from the herd, or some tragic coming-of-age epic out of Dickensian lore. No, this is a story of Truth, of Love, and, most importantly, of Life and that which of necessity comes along with it.

[I wonder where this would lead.]

Night Café

I read Charles Dickens’ books in my spare time
A Friday night café would be just fine
I’m a fan of poetry and prose;
A world of words that no-one ever knows.

The Trees are Crying

And the trees are crying
See the leaves fall down
And watch the sky darken
‘fore the snow swirls round

Yet I know soon will come the day
When the birds are chirping
And the kids all play

’cause the sun is brightest
Just before the storm
And blue is the sky
Before the clouds form