When the distance of staying in
Feels like a lifetime
And we’re separated by the miles
Rather than footsteps
We’re leaving soon
the homes that made us
From the plague that almost took us
And the angels who saved us
Now it’s spring
The changing of trees
And the sound of the animals
The birds are chatting
And the bugs are singing us to sleep
The world feels a little different
Much smaller than before
But I have my friends
And I have my family
And I have my life
Even though it’s a little quiet.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
When the distance of staying in
Feels like a lifetime
And we’re separated by the miles
Rather than footsteps
We’re leaving soon
the homes that made us
From the plague that almost took us
And the angels who saved us
Now it’s spring
The changing of trees
And the sound of the animals
The birds are chatting
And the bugs are singing us to sleep
The world feels a little different
Much smaller than before
But I have my friends
And I have my family
And I have my life
Even though it’s a little quiet.
3/27/2020
