Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The universe took back a piece of its heart this morning, leaving us mere mortals to function with a void. We'll miss the light, the sunshine, the vibrant spirit that was, but she'll remain forever in our memories and hearts.
Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
Sleep well, sweet friend. Your pain is gone.