Brialee Turner

When April comes,
we won’t know each other any more,
and you will take
flight into a creamy sky
and you will find you way.

And although I can’t tell you
all of the hopes and the dreams
that I have for you,
I hope that one day
I will be feeling the buzz
of a deep rumble
of your heart’s words,
and then I will see you
under the stage lights.

You will be on the guitar,
as a rock and as a butterfly,
and as a shooting star
with the joy that you deserve,
knowing that when all
of the hurt of your life
is exposed,
you will shine.