I write songs a lot
I wrote them with you
Some music notes are added
But only a few
You left too quickly
Stepped into the sky
Leaving me nothing
But the question of why
I think about you a lot
I wonder sometimes
What is it like?
Where are you in the sky?
I play our songs all the time
I look at the stars
I put my letters
In these little clear jars
Have you read them before?
Did you give me the words?
I can’t help but feel
You’re singing with the birds
I think you’re watching over
Maybe here beside me
I hope you’re okay
And everything you wanted to be
