• Love From Above

    Why’d you have to go?
    Why’d you have to leave?
    And why does It feel like,
    Someone’s watching me. . .

    I went and asked some people,
    If they lost their friend. . .
    But all they had to say was
    No. . . They will not descend!

    So I sit here on the ground,
    Watching all the doves,
    Then It comes to me,
    Just like reality,
    You’re watching me,
    From above. . .