Remembering

As teardrops flow their rivers run, The years sail by upon those tears. They carry dreams of our loved one. This twist of fate what had it done? Those spinning wheels that no one hears. As teardrops flow their rivers run. Time could not change what had begun.. Each time our thoughts turn back the years, They carry dreams of our loved one. Remembering; past times re-run. Time does not heal or hide our fears. As teardrops flow their rivers run. Lifes spinning coin that fate had spun, Left memories each one endears, They carry dreams of our loved one. A little boy.- a man undone, Still as a child to us appears. As teardrops flow their rivers run, Through fields of dreams, we see our son.