He wakes up every morning and looks out his window and sees the birds, and listens to the songs they sing. The mellow breeze shows him the morning with good tidings. He flips open his dairy and stares at a photograph he's treasured for so long abiding. He knows how to keep his heart in hiding. He touches her pillow where her head would lay. He still keeps her clothes beside him so her smell from them won't fade away. He sips on his coffee and makes an extra cup in one her lips touched every morning. He hopes his pain goes away on this new day that's dawning. His precious jewel, to his crown, she wiped away his tears and chased away his frown. Her beautiful face was his saving grace. Her in that white gown of lace upon an alter where he placed a ring on her finger. Only to tell the world 'she's mine'. He didn't know she'd leave him behind, her hugs did make himself be found. Her kiss was always pushing away his dark clouds. Her hand in his was a moment to cherish. Not cause of his skin on hers, tis her brown eyes that made his thoughts go bezerk. Kindness was her gift and anger was his curse. Her embrace was the worst, not cause any reason so folly, he'd smile happily when his rage disappeared like a withering reath of holly. He'd listen to her breathing and watch her fall asleep, even though her eyes remain closed she'd ask him what's keeping you up. He'd always close his eyes and just not reply. He'd kiss her forehead as if to say goodnight. A misconception of fate as the grim reaper drew near. That phone call was his biggest fear, when a drunk man behind the wheel took what's most precious to thee. He buried her with tears that flowed like a river so free. Angels exist or not is a question for all eternity. He awaits his judgement and longs for her face to see. One-day he tells himself as he smiles, knowing she'd be with me.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
