She’s content… but she’s a little bit anxious. Happy, but a little unsettled. And…. she’s ready to play…. but she’s happy to lay… around… in the sun… or the shade. She loves the breeze.
She just wants to be… with what’s good.
Like a hike…. taking the path of joy… by choice… though the trails of pain are there. The trails of doubt, and with the fear and unknown.
Gotta leave it alone. Gotta live with the music. The good song…. where we’ve left behind and alone the weight and shame. Where that game has faded away.
She didn’t ask to be made to walk with pain. She’d have never done what she did. So many times, when once is too many, for anyone. Just a kid. So unbelievable sad…. to be hidden from love the way she was. Ohhhhhhh Lori. Lori. Lori Lori. My sweet sister. I’m so sorry for everything. We didn’t ask for this, and now you’re gone forever.
I wanna sit here in the shade with you, and the breeze, and just be with you… again.