One Zero Four one

jfs5-10-10

Sometimes all you need for music is the sound of the falling rain.
Sitting here blind yet I see.
Waiting here dead inside
Yet tomorrow I'm free.

Looks like the skies about to fall
Can't comprehend how quick this weather changes.

Chimes they move but there's no wind at all
Must be your lost soul come to visit.

Come on in.
Stay awhile and drink with us.
Reminisce about the times we had.

And in the morning we'll share a moment of silence for your tragic passing

chadwick

haunting.
reminds me of my own numbness with death.