It's early morning, and the sunlight is glinting off her silken hair,
glasses on the nightstand.
I see another one:
A snowy day, sitting on a bench in a park, watching our children play.
I see another one, it's morning again, in a field, the sun is shining on the tall yellow grass.
I see another one: It's Christmas and she's wearing a red and black sweater.
I see another one: She's singing her to sleep.
I see another one, this blasted rain won't stop.
I see wind in the trees one fall, change is coming.
A young girl in our kitchen, coming to know the Lord.
Me at a piano, I'm writing you a song.
My son - Be careful with that guitar.
Tears at a lost temper.
Tears at a cold shoulder.
Reconciliation in secret.
A bonfire in the woods with friends, just like old times.
A dog that we have to give away because we are moving.
A home of acceptance and love
A home where we're wanted and where we belong
A home where we can be ourselves, and our dreams matter.
Where we matter.
I see it in your eyes.
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