Sound of the Breeze
By Alanna Baker
If things get real for me up here,
Promise life will be the same as before you left for faraway.
I cannot wait for that day.
If things get real for me up here,
Promise to take my hand and walk by my side.
Like we did before you before you left that day.
And if I listen to the sound of the breeze,
Sometimes I see you laugh, and remember the ease.
Oh if I listen to the sound of the breeze,
Sometimes I hear your voice, and remember the way it used to be.
And if I listen to the sound of the breeze.
What was the original poem or song you used as a model for yours?
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem! But yeah, what was the original called?
ReplyDeleteThe original that I modeled to create this poem is a song called "The Sound of White" by Missy Higgins.
ReplyDeleteThis poem was FABULOUS!!! It gave me chills!!! :)
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