I think I am going to spend the week in Nye.
Likely the last time I get to ... before I die.
I couldn't help but cry.
The day before my daughter died.
I cried.
And I wept.
And I slept.
And I found a wish I wish I hadn't kept.
My life, inside, it is a conflict. Half attempts at good in my fallen mind.
I hope you would have been able to rise and shine.
Found yourself ready to dine.
But instead time
Stole you away - like It does all the time.
Dying by the dozens, even my cousins.
All will be gone and all will be lost.
But today we have today.
Horray. Let's go to the Bay.