Dad
I promise to tell stories...

A hard life but a good life
That is how my dad lived...

She is broken inside
From the pain of the past...

She travels from Florida
To New York every July...

Lady of Destiny
surrounds me...

Sometimes I think it would be nice
To be young again...

Mysterious
Lovely...

You only let the world see
what you what you want them to see...

Going through the motions
Trying to get the past back...

Used to be vibrant
Used to be fun...

What came before you was sadness and loss
Thought you wouldn't be...

We were siblings you and I
Brought up together...