You will always be those slippers
and the one I talk to you in my mind
and when I'm just needing a smile
yours will be the face I find
you are the truth.. the absolute
that time can't paraphrase
the beginning and the middle
and the end of all my days
when everything is seeming grim
when my lifes end is drawing near
ill just slip those slippers on
and say goodbye my dear.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
You will always be those slippers
and the one I talk to you in my mind
and when I'm just needing a smile
yours will be the face I find
you are the truth.. the absolute
that time can't paraphrase
the beginning and the middle
and the end of all my days
when everything is seeming grim
when my lifes end is drawing near
ill just slip those slippers on
and say goodbye my dear.
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