He called
He called and told me good bye.
For I'm going to leave this place.
I will go to a place that has only joy for me.
He called and said there will be no more sweet kisses
Or tender hugs.
In this place, there are no wars or killing done.
Flowers and birds grow and sing all day.
The rain does not come but there is many of clouds.
He called and said, the trip is long but the wait and sees it is short and great.
He called to say good bye but said many things and did not cry.
The call he made cannot be returned for he makes it just to say good bye.