Outside the window to my room.
That's where large sunflowers used to grow.
We frolicked through them in large baggy shirts,
As lady bugs kissed our faces,
And we laughed.

That  large pastor where our goats live,
With large rocks in the back,
Is where we used to pretend we were the rulers of the world.
We felt happy and connected to one another.

The large tree in our front yard,
Where we hung our home made swing,
Is where we would sing little songs to each other and play tag.
We didn't have a care in the world.

The big field in the back of our house by the barn,
Is where we went in the winter time,
And laid down in the snow.
With our rosy cheeks and red noses,
We would dream of a place that we wanted to see one day.
A world where everyone loved each other.
Where we would never be hurt.
Just dreams.

That porch is where we had small fires going.
We sat around the fire in a little half circle,
And waited for the stars to come out so that we could watch
As they twinkled above us.
And as we huddled and clung to each other under a large blanket...

I don't think we ever thought that...
Us.
Our lives.

Would ever end up like this.

I'm sorry.

I'm
So
So
So
So
Sorry.

.