Nobody told her there'd be days like these, filled with the beautifully painstaking lyrics, whose soul purpose is to guide her through the rocky waves of the rhythmic path to her past...her only lifeline.
R.I.P. Sunnybrae Heaven's Little Girl 1984-1991.
Her days in your care may have faded far away like the day that she loved but having spent the moments that composed her existence, in your hands has broadened the infinite notion that will rest alongside the vibrant light of her nights, and the culmination of every step, every twirl, every smile, every skip, and every moment she belonged in, as a part of, for all of infinite eternity....
What I would only give to be one with her again, up above, with only his lyrical painting of the sky.
Music, the muse radiating through the echoes of my past.
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