Those Fond Memories
I wait for the sun to rise,
I hold his wings in my hand,
Thinking of the good times,
Hoping they come again,
I hold his wings in my hand,
Surrounded by those I love,
Hoping they come again,
In search for the new day,
Surrounded by those I love,
Thinking of the good times,
In search for the new day,
I wait for the sun to rise.
Copyright © Molly Alcorn | Year Posted 2010
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