| Mistakes of Life Twenty eight years,with no words spoken, just the echo of the two hearts broken and still inside those empty souls, beat the broken hearts that love still holds. Now daddys gone and we buried him, in a spot I know he rests well in. Some quiet place where he could sleep, and wait for her.... And when its time for her to go I'll hold her hand,like I held his too, and I'll whisper, go, he waits for you, and I'll see the tears well in her eyes, when she see's him there,by her side. Then they'll lay there in the ground, side by side,six feet down. Somehow I know they'll understand the things at times,that escape a man No need for words without the pain no hate left in the quiet rain A gentle mist will come their way and the mistakes of life will be washed away Copyright ©2004 Garry Garrison |