Sometimes at night when the sky is the darkest
And thoughts creep in.
But I wait for you.
And all that appears
Are shadows on the wall.
Sometimes at night when the sky is the darkest
And thoughts creep in.
But I wait for you.
And all that appears
Are shadows on the wall.
It’s melting out there; slowly but it’s still melting. Hey, it’s the little things in life that become important from time to time. That and keeping those thieving squirrels out of my bird feeders.