Wednesday, July 27, 2016

When the skies come falling down...


Hey, once upon a younger year.
when all my shadows disappear,
the animals inside came out to play.
Hey, went face to face with all my fears,
learned my lessons through the tears,
made memories I knew would never fade.

One day my grandmother told me:
"sweetie, don't let it slip away."
She took me in her arms, I heard her say:
"when you get older, your wild heart will live for younger days,
think of me if ever you're afraid."