January

I love my dog but my dog left me,
I buried my dog under the old oak tree,
I know he is now somewhere chasin n’ free,
And one day soon he’ll be runnin with me.

I love my dad but my dad left me,
He now rests where my son will bury me,
He taught me these words, helped me believe
There is more to a man than his legacy.

I love my love but my love left me,
I buried my love under tear stained dreams,
Melody and memory have come to take me,
So one day soon with my love I’ll be.

Uehen

What happens to those lost souls.