and i hope somewhere your smiling.
(I'll keep imagining you are)
and your arms are raised high.
as you run on through the stars.
and i hope somewhere your heart is free.
(no more weights or chains or reasons)
and sitting somewhere laughing,
as old equations find new meanings.
and i hope the pain is gone now.
(that every race is one you win)
and nothing can go wrong out there.
playing paintball in the wind.
i'll imagine that your happy.
(all your world are dreams come true)
that the complications of this world,
are gone and hopes anew.
and i hope that when you look down.
(in my mind your watching us)
you remember that we love you.
and you never will be lost.
I have to say, playing paintball in the wind kind of sucks. You can't hit anything lol. Though regardless of me being a critical ass, I really like your poetry :)
ReplyDelete-Matty
Thanks Pants, it's for Mike though... he was pretty into paintball.
ReplyDeleteI have never actually played though, so I probably should have looked into that first.