Sheets

Because a thousand miles away
Is the distance between
Though it seems only a breath away
Maybe one day the wolves will stay

In the crevices of your cold cold heat
Is where angels find solace
And though you don't see it now
It was one day be too late

The angels would have taken flight
The children would have matured
The petals would have withered
And it would be all too late

For teas will dry up
A warm heart will turn cold
And there will be no one left to..
dry these clean sheets anymore

Because it will be another chapter
Of years gone by
When you will remember the days fondly
When history repeats itself.