Patricia Kelley (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)
Don't Go To Sleep Now
My friend you can’t go to sleep on me now.
Let me take you to the show.
Back to the important glimpses of your life,
Let’s forget a moment about all the strife.
Remember back to when two young girls shared their dreams.
Eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream,
Remember when we would just take off and go for long walks.
We never worried about the strike of the clock.
We never knew what we would see, or who we would meet.
We would walk beneath the sky two innocent golden girls walking the street.
We would talk about our first kiss.
Our emotions stirred never hitting a miss.
We could share our deepest thoughts.
We never took insulting shots.
I knew early on that you had my back.
Even when, I would run, you would follow my track.
After all, you were my BFF.
I really never at the time thought of us growing old.
Now, I sit here holding your hand.
Too afraid to let go!
You’re more than a memory to just be told.
You can’t go to sleep now.
There’s more to this show.
You’re more to me than just a friend.
You’re the sister, I always wanted.
My love for you will transcend.
But, my heart will never mend.
When I think about you, I will always remember the two young innocent girls that walked the streets chasing the colorful rainbows.
And remember the most beautiful Rose.
That just wanted to dance through life.
Not being held back by being someone’s submissive wife.
But a beautiful girl that turned into a beautiful woman inside and out.
Who wasn’t afraid to stand up and shout!
I am beautiful, and I deserve more.
Your faith in God shows to your core.
Thank you, for choosing me as your friend.
You showed me what a friendship is to the bitter end.
But, I refuse to say goodbye!
Goodbyes make me cry!
This movie isn’t over!
So, you better recover.
We have more life to discover.
Dedicated to Cynthia Rosita Alexander
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