Buster B.

Quiet darkness hugs my little home
the faint rub of the sun still so low on the horizon
and I think of you
don't know why, today, of all days
I look out into the frozen quiet and think of you
of my river song
so long ago, you came to me
said you missed me
and I missed you to
still do
what happened to this family?
Years just bleed for remembrance
souls so hurt by unfriendly callous injustice
I'm glad you cannot see
what your children have done
what some have become, dark burning secrets
they think no one knows,
so dead in themselves and hard by the world
I hope you escaped
I prayed you'd find your way
though the fog of death and back to the river
where we meet, waiting for me
to finish life and see you on the other side
Then hold each other,
we won't have to share everything our lives bore
we'll aready know, and we'll just be thankful
for the river
and it will be well with our souls.