My dad and daughter both are gone,
Riding the wind all day long.
They watch over me daily from way up there,
As they brush their wind through my hair.
They sing with the angels, those glorious songs,
Oh, how my heart for them does long.
They are making a way and clearing a space,
And some day soon, I'll see their face.
Then I can sing their songs,
And, ride the wind all day long.
ČTEŠ
Dear Becky
Literatura faktuA letter to my daughter. I hope to spread the message of the importance of life and how every person matters to somebody.
