Ode to a dead man and woman

As the night wind blows
sometimes I think I can
Hear your cries,
calling out to the world,
seeking peace and harmony,
But as I stare into the darkness
I realize it is only my crazy imagination,
still hoping for you to come back to me,
to love me,
help me,
never leave me,
And as the days go by,
I constantly feel a deep hole in my heart,
longing for you to fill it.



O how you will be missed.
I love you nanna and papal.