I remember they would say,
“It’s all okay. I’ll be alright.”
Every night I could hear it.
I remember.
I could hear it in the wind:
that melody that they would play
every single day to remind us
it was over.
I remember they would say,
“It’s all okay. I’ll be alright.”
Every night I could hear it.
I remember.
I could hear it in the wind:
that melody that they would play
every single day to remind us
it was over.
