There have been days of darkness,
Talking to you.
There have been days of light.
In the end you will always be my friend,
And I hope to see you again.
A journey so is parlous,
Discovered true.
We’re birds ready for flight.
I pray Heaven your soul reaches the high,
Seeing you in happy tears shy.
For our days are never done,
No one to shun.
Coming so far to strive;
Journey of days alive.
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 3:35 PM UTC
There have been days of darkness,
Talking to you.
There have been days of light.
In the end you will always be my friend,
And I hope to see you again.
A journey so is parlous,
Discovered true.
We’re birds ready for flight.
I pray Heaven your soul reaches the high,
Seeing you in happy tears shy.
For our days are never done,
No one to shun.
Coming so far to strive;
Journey of days alive.
For Aaron.
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