Pain lingers like a wound
And ceases not with time
Loves price is sacrifice
And song of windblown chimes
Softly blowing on fine days Intense through harsh of winds
Memories are softly calling
Just up around the bend
You stand still, reminiscing,
Of chopping cotton days
So much laughter in your heart
Despite the suns harsh rays
We’d sit for spells watching soaps
And talk about our life
When you would spell it out for me
And calm my tales of strife
