Please? I need to go find my heart.
Did we make, it got her safely over the Atlantic and the English Channel, to the Baltic Sea near Stockholm. We made it in hour last hours in western North Carolina together. With haste but with much heart. We let the mountains know she was leaving with a hail of bullets flying over lonesome mountain. We sat in the French Broad river, watching kids and old men play alike. Found rocks foe us to keep. Sat along the family grave yard on top a hill, enjoying the peace and the whispers.