A.F.

Attachment, pebbles, a desk and a pinafore Skull, love and death Knew them all together And the disease light as feather Leaves of hope, waves of dreams Times of childhood, a gentle glimpse Came to know, now seasoned and brown Rehearsing dreams in circles, reluctant to came true Unfortunately true Once unfettered, innocent and simple Now obscured, hesistant and scattered We wouldn't know You are in my prayers, and this song Rest in peace