The Mourning Song of a Child

 Funny how a memory can often make a melody off of sounds that we just can’t see. Its notes hitting every beat switching moods from soft to sweet. A Love song turns tragedy and plays a haunting melody its hits the strings in our hearts. I don’t know what to say or do cause its true. Everything could go to fast bounce off the side and crash or we could slow dance the sound away trying to make memories stay. I know it gets harder the longer we march on, Finding the song we love try to sing along. A Million wishes in our head casting hopes into the air. Just remember life ain’t fair. Cause a Love song can turn a tragedy loosing loved ones who fall into forever sleep. We pick back up cause life moves on beating the drum singing songs, we wish we could bring them back.Memories can play melodies that tug at our heart strings causing us to cry and weep. Because we miss that person we want them back but theres no turning back cause time goes on. We may not want but we got to move on . We gotta stay strong.  Make more memories and move on. We will miss them forever more wanting them back is a feeling we can’t ignore. Wish on things over a thousand miles away. Believe it’ll get better and hope for the future. Love thoose who are pecial to you. Making Friendships you never knew so remember a memory plays a melody that we can sing along to its song. Tune in to play. I Miss my mom i love her from the bottom of my heart, but she passed on some time ago but i wish she could have stayed. So life marches on it isn’t fair. They mean so much and make a part of our lives. Music paints our minds and our hearts. Memories play melodies to paint the scene of the piece love story or a tragedy hit the tune and Drum thoose notes because its what we feel and what we hear when we get told someone that we held so dear is no long with us on this plane. It makes us hurt and makes us cry and has us wondering why they could’t stay. A Million questions and Wishes in the air all because life ain’t fair. We Hope for the best that is to come but we know the worst is what will be up next. We aim for Dreams that we placed in the stars often wondering if they are to far away. Why couldn’t they stay?


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