About Someone

Post 11:

Come past, my Dear, in light of morning

Let habit break before you here

In seeking I’ve lost faith of finding

Find me lost but find me still, my Dear

Say not the storied times that bent

When harkened nothing’s clear

Only step into the future’s fold

My step I'll meet with yours, my Dear

It’s actually a lot easier without the music. Cheers.

See you after.