We Are The City
April
April comes down.She wants to be alive.Alive.Why can't I just talk to God?What would I say?God, I miss home.I miss it now.I miss my house.I miss my home.I miss my grade six love.I miss my health.I miss my home.I miss my grade six love.I miss the way that my mom smelled.I miss the way that she could cure any common cold you held.I would watch movies with my Dad before I knew his secret heart to know the loves that he has had.When I caught frogs in watered ponds.I woke to sound and not to noise as my neighbours worshipped God.I miss my house.I miss my home.I miss the heart that I had.
From Letras Mania