It was 4 p.m.
The sun shined through my window as music danced in my ears
The birds sang in unison as I wiped my tears
The wind spoke soft, like an old friend
The children played outside my window, their smiles not pretend
The hour 4 p.m. is when I think about him
The little things, appreciate them.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
It was 4 p.m.
The sun shined through my window as music danced in my ears
The birds sang in unison as I wiped my tears
The wind spoke soft, like an old friend
The children played outside my window, their smiles not pretend
The hour 4 p.m. is when I think about him
The little things, appreciate them.