Southern Journey Poem by Alex McCullough

You may not come tomorrow,
A silent wind gossips to me,
Such a cruel and dreaded fate to speak,
Which I'll have to carry while I breath.
I'm sure it'll be okay,
By the time you lay beside me,
Because the stars in the sky,
Keep reminding me,
Not to dropp the key.
My soul........,
Is slipping away......,
Just at the moment.......,
When you whisper those words my heart can't stand to hear!
Jet across south,
Jump across south,
Till I reach the treasure we've been searching for,
Then I can open it,
And give you my love.
Cherry Blossoms,
It really doesn't matter,
What we use to describe our love,
So as long as we always have these feelings,
And never throw them away,
We can go wherever we want to go to.