Kelley Collins

(04/ 19/1968 / Dallas)

Winds Of Change


The winds of change have blown,
never more to walk alone
we've traveled many a darkened, rough mile;
yet, you my friends make it worth my while
When I need a cheerful friend,
It is your number that I dial,
I listen to your voice as all I can do is smile,
What a blessing you have been to me,
during all the laughter and misery
I am thankful for such a friend so true,
God granted me a wish and it was you!
Please never doubt, you are the warmth within my heart
Together- Forever, never far apart
While I sleep you remain in my dreams,
When I awaken you are still on my mind, it seems
This love will always remain within me;
even after, my body dies or my spirit becomes free!

Submitted: Wednesday, July 09, 2014

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