Jan 17, 2019

But time has had her chance to do her healing
And I must take these pieces as they lie
offer them to you in my sadness
I guess broken wings
 don’t always heal to fly
I need you, more than I ever did before
how I need to hear your voice

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"