Seas pouring instead of my eyes,
She passed away this mo(u)rning
And I wasn't there.
My mother cried, and I wasn't there.
If there's a heaven for them,
I'd believe in God.
If there's not, I'd see the night sky
and look for a new star,
that little one, the pretty one.
If there's a heaven for them,
when I die, I'll be glad to be there.
Sally (2003-2015)
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Seas pouring instead of my eyes,
She passed away this mo(u)rning
And I wasn't there.
My mother cried, and I wasn't there.
If there's a heaven for them,
I'd believe in God.
If there's not, I'd see the night sky
and look for a new star,
that little one, the pretty one.
If there's a heaven for them,
when I die, I'll be glad to be there.
Sally (2003-2015)
Sally was my dog, she was very loved for everyone, specially my mother, who saw in her the daughter she never had. Why it must be so painful?
