He did one of those smiles, like the ones he’d smile when he thought of that colour he can’t remember anymore.  And now he saw the million shades of it in the child’s demeanour, making him stop thinking in short sentences and blanks. Her ethereal sweetness should surely stop all wars. It had surely stopped his heart. He unconsciously placed his hand on his chest as he quietly mourned the distance between childhood and this peak hour traffic. Everyone’s life flashing before everyone’s eyes, but then the channel is changed.

He wept. Courage and hope.
While taking the batteries out of the remote.

Lyrics:

This bird has to sing
My heart has to follow
A man with no soul
is wooden and hollow

He woke…
with a gentle hum
will make us one
this gentle hum
we’ll be as one

my wish is for you
an end to your sorrow
and if it comes true
you’ll wake up tomorrow

along
with a gentle hum
will make us one
this gentle hum
will make us one

there
for anyone who cares
solemn faces in the courtroom stare

And this gentle hum
will wake up tomorrow
along
with a gentle hum…

8 thoughts on “

    • Thank you!
      And these days, when even children get jaded so quickly, she was such a breath of fresh air. She was achingly adorable, kept us spellbound in the sweetest conversation that lasted longer than any we’ve ever had with a six year old. Special moment that was good timing.

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