They gathered round the oak tree,
silently waiting, hearts pounding.
The east side wind was screaming,
for time was near.
The sacrifice of love was never to be understood,
like two birds twirling in circles.
**I will be back...
...I love you**
His last words echoed,
as his soul was sent into an infinite void.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
They gathered round the oak tree,
silently waiting, hearts pounding.
The east side wind was screaming,
for time was near.
The sacrifice of love was never to be understood,
like two birds twirling in circles.
**I will be back...
...I love you**
His last words echoed,
as his soul was sent into an infinite void.
Matthew 27:32-56
