Why is it always the one's I love the most?
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on, through the wind
Walk on, through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
The one's I love the most are, as my sister put it, the one's that God must love the most, too. That's why they are taken before everyone else.
I've never seen my father cry, but mid-way through his phone call to me, I could hear him begin to break down into tears. I think that was one of the things that really got to me.
I miss her so much already.
"So tonight, I sing this song to you."
Stevo, out.