4 years have gone by,
but my heart still
silently cries.
Looking at that those stars twinkling so bright,
I whisper my prayer:
“Please shining stars, transform your light,
and bring Paul and Roger back to my sight”.
Let me hug them one last time,
and kiss them goodbye.
But the wind carries them back,
beyond the stars and moon;
leaving me standing in the dark,
thinking:
‘why were they taken from us so soon’.
…