Molly, did you feel the sting
Of November songs gone quiet?
Did your breath fall to the wind
Like a summer rain on your eyelids?
We’re there even years to cry?
When you realized
When you realized?
I think of him often
I wonder if he’s listening
I wonder if a voice so quiet
Could ever really die
That’s when I realize that it cannot
My only wish is all your trials
Are done and gone
They’re done and gone
