Tuesday, April 19
those weary eyes,
a laboured smile;
i've let the seconds pass me by.
a brush of the shoulders,
the times we were closer;
leave my senses behind.
if they would give the gift of sight,
just so the blind can see; they would
see hope, rising above all else.
a long and winding road awaits,
never easy; but we would do great i believe,
with good company.
and i'll pray,
that you would flash a smile and say; that
you would take this walk with me.
i would be done.