Treasure Island

Danny Speicher

(February 26,1982 / Lawrence, KS)

Belle


Just today I heard you were doing well
That you love your job and you love your life
Not one instance of hurt, nor bit of strife
And I caught myself happy for you, Belle

Often I pray for you to live your dreams
And think of the greatness you might achieve
I think of all the things that I believed
Knowing that one day, on a stage, you'd beam

I wish I could let you know how I feel
And, I wish I could still encourage you
Somehow feel the hug that's long overdue
And I'm praying that you'll live your ideals

But, today I heard you were doing well
And found myself so happy for you, Belle

((June 4th,2008))

Submitted: Thursday, June 05, 2008
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