The white picket fence

The day you left was sunny and bright
The music they played was nice and light
And you were dressed up, seemingly fine
But you cried when you got in line

You held me in your warm embrace
And you spoke softly of a place
That white picket fence by the miller's well
That fence , the border of heaven and hell

And in that cold and last goodbye
You asked me if I could stand you by
And if I could wait for your return
Your face grew tenser with concern

The chime rang and you turned away
The words escaped me a second too late
You went along without looking back
And in your step the pride I lack

But wherever you are now
However long you stay unfound
I'll take whatever time presents
And by that white picket fence
I'll wait for you

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Ingezonden door

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07-08-2014

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