giving homeschoolers and homeschool graduates a voice
My fingers lightly touch the keys my mind is filled with memories of times I wish were here
My fingers make the soft notes sing of a day I wish would not come
The melody sends it's message out through the room
Can you hear how much I love you? Does my soul not pour through to you?
I wish I could stay and play and play so day would stay
But as the last notes go