A little girl runs with a sketchpad in hand
Through the tall grass and past the weeping willows
Past the curves and beyond the bends of an old beaten path, lay a flower hill with a happier past
Where the birds chirped and the crickets sang of the whispering willows where truth always rang
Dear sweet grandmother, lay down your head,
Close your sleepy eyes as if you were in bed,
Until we meet again,
Let this be the end
Soft music I do hear, as beautiful memories fill the air
A touch as soft as petals, voice like silk I do hear
The weeping willows, they call to me
Beyond the meadows and past the hills
There she stands,
So calm and sure
My dear sweet grandmother,
I know for sure
Dear child, your eyes are sad, your heart is hurting very bad
Tears of anger fill your eyes, but you must come to realize,
The past and the present are only that, the future is what you make of it,
More not for me as a loss and live each day with love and not loss
Dear sweet grandmother, lay down your head,
Close your sleepy eyes, as if you were in bed,
Until we meet again,
Let this be the end.
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Tea Party For The Dead
RandomYeah this is pretty much what I'm gonna do when I want to rant about something or tell my followers something. A lot of people have done this, so here I am. Warning: Major fangirling inbound. You have been warned...
