As I lay here to standing by, to sing another lullaby before seas between us roar drifted us apart I want to be a prayer that never drifted towards you. I want to be a poem that never obsolete to read. As the rainfalls and the windows weep, I want to be a book that never stops tell you a story before you sleep.
“I want to stay but it is time to bid you sweet adieu because there is another world you living tonight.”
Adam Adley
