down in my eyes
the light house.
As I was gazing out the window, these words came to
me~ as I feel like I'm as far up as in a light house..
We sit here now in a very chilly room at Rose Hills,
where her body lies in her casket.. Jody Anaya, you
will be missed...
The grass is green beyond this window pane,
But my reflection is all I see.
Shadows cast & another hero fallen,
The top o' the mountains seem too far to reach.
On cold pavements now we march
Seeking higher ground.
The sun will shine through again someday
& Happiness will be found.