I saw this kid with trainers that light up
like those you had when you were a little one.
As she stamped her feet down on the pavement
they lit up, and her face did too.
Her raucous laughter made the passers by smile
and the splashes from the puddles bathed my soul.
As I took another cigarette from the half empty packet
I lit up, and thinking of you, my face did too.
So I’m sending this text to you just in case
I don’t get the chance to see your angelic face again.
As my sodden feet trudge along life’s stormy highway
I’m soaked to the bone, but our skies are always blue.
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