Coming to the end of this journey my memory drifts thinking about your solar smiles and laughter that lives under the street lamps styles so vital and stories of how to survive why you left so soon? I wont ever know from the womb to the tomb your creation blooms over roof tops and under full moons you forever live in my every move A love that cant ever be replaced or erased that special kind of something You only get from a father figure rock and roll gangster behind the trigger My papa was a rolling stone wherever he laid his hat was his home From the skies above pop I send you my Love but now Im leaving and so are you..... Goodbye
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 06:19:44 +0000
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