With lots and lots of heavy heart
We’ll learn to live,
We’ll learn to love
And in the wind I hear your whispers,
I hear your heart and hold
I hope you understand that all we
Have is our lungs,
Everything else is just good luck.
Rest your head,
Gentle and tender child.
Be free to feel your pain and laugh
With sincerity at
It wanes it wanes.
It will wane like silver,
And the tarnish will
Be wiped away.
(Dedicated to my beautiful friend with a beautiful soul.)