Love Afterlife

Pretty pease won't you please return to me and come on back to me sunshine Because the cold winter night's I feel have drawn in way to fast this year And as you quite as well know I hate and am scared of the impending imposing dark And has taken with it the migrating sounding song of the lark's mating call Ever so joyous and playfully eminent to be behold perched proud aboard garden wishing tree Which and whilst in summer once provided me slender hope to cling onto Now come winter serves only as a painful reminder that Like it's stand's before me now with it's branches barren stripped down bare devoid of leaves to cover and adorn it Again like everything else in this here thing we call life This two shall surely come to pass If not in this life then surely hopefully then the Afterlife Until then finger's firmly crossed hey