Painfully Alive
When the flowers bloom, I won’t be able to see them, with you. As the world grows old, I remember what I was once told, by you. Child, when the time comes, when I am gone, don’t cry for me alone. I will always be near you, if the flowers bloom or not, I will be with you. When the time comes, that I disappear, and you are all grown, please remember the time in…