_Bye_

He is my song. My heart and many more. To hard to explain I aint God but I feel what he gave me and I´m what he made of me. LOok upon to me above in the sky. Flying high calling to me
happy and so free like my Golden Poetry. They don´t fade away because there´re mine. So long you didn´t feel you would need them. I wish you would still call and harry up. But you are chosing your way I see now that she´s graced you,ve finally seen the real of her you want to be with her and thats Okay. I´m still happy and free like my Golden Poetry.