Happy Birthday Tim Smith

Candles in the wind Time blows within our hearts when young ones leave our nest we love the memories, but feel a little less life is not a dream, it's a test Waking, to the calls of morn alone, a coffee and with buttered scone on the windowsill I sit observing the empty nest they've flown away, is natures way my heart yearns for time to never stray I wish the phone would ring, does anyone care if only there would be someone calling whose caress would say "I'm there" When love is all you ever knew being alone tears and burns all through My candle flickers, it's wick softly glows while i watch them fly to where the current blows be safe little mourning doves, I wait for you at home