His eyes say he's been through hell,
Yet, he always say, "Darling, I'm swell"
His lips used to murmur the sweetest gift,
Now silence has locking it stiff.
I hold his hand and place it above mine.
Resting still, next to a glass of wine.
"Tell me honestly what's bothering you?
I'd fight those demons with these two human hands if I have to."
He smile and retrieved his hand off mine then put it on my cheek,
Looking deep into my eyes before he starts to speak,
"Love, don't you worry about the blue —
Cause don't you know I've seen heaven, too?"
His lips used to murmur the sweetest gift,
Now silence has locking it stiff.
I hold his hand and place it above mine.
Resting still, next to a glass of wine.
"Tell me honestly what's bothering you?
I'd fight those demons with these two human hands if I have to."
He smile and retrieved his hand off mine then put it on my cheek,
Looking deep into my eyes before he starts to speak,
"Love, don't you worry about the blue —
Cause don't you know I've seen heaven, too?"
1 comment :
somehow this post makes me thinking to a song "Don't you worry, don't you worry child, see heaven's got a plan for you"
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