Time bounces over an innocent man's shoulders
Molding a dime. Asking permission to grieve. It's over.
Two Steps back has been taken already framed by history.
Haunting regret. Nothing more to do. It's Predestined Tragedy.
Blurry shades of happiness across a young boy's face.
Trace his grandfather's footprints through his better place.
A life thread has been cut. An old man departed from his family.
He had been able to give a large part of hiself to others, responsibly.
Loyal husband. Reliable companion. Trustworthy friend. Overqualified.
Connection to each prism like an architect who built their home. Satisfied.
Tried to hide the scar from its bond. Masked his sorrows with laughter.
Then he would remembered the "Death Messenger". Remorsed feeling there after
Alone in his bedroom reminiscing memories painted from the past
Forsaken farewell never given. Thats the last thing he didnt cast
A sudden change of environtment. He found himself in a strange site.
A warm hand was touching his skin. Holding it with all his might.
HE glanced at his right. He was sitting next to him. His grandfather.
"Are you gonna come back with me?" The young boy asked as he looked further
The old man whispered, "Just whistle and I'll come to you".
A tear fell down from his eyes and replied "Goodbye. I love you."
The sound of the falling leaves awakened him to reality. He was dreaming.
His voyage was God's plan. A wonderful smile rekindled his lips. He learned something.
Gladness in his heart that he did what he had not done. The journey was aligned.
Great and important debt came across. At least even in his dream their souls intertwined.

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