Just something and a sketch

...and then the day come
when I thought of million ways
to describe what I am feeling.
I want to sing her back to health
but I ain't, no singer.

Helplessness creeping in.

I knew my words are no comfort to her,
but I will try and try again... 

Watching as you softly sleep

What I’d give
if I could keep

Just this moment

if only time stood still. -Jim Brickman