I will waltz and sing with the angels
I will waltz and sing with the angels
I wrote some names down to paper,
each name were kind mentors to me.
In quiet prayers,
I pray to sit with them again,
talk till we can’t no-more.
I know in heaven,
kind people are waiting for their soldier boy.
Today, old age had found me,
feet tire, back hurt and
the grandchildren in the yard playing.
I go outside and we dance in the Winter snow and cold.
I look to the blue sky,
I pray to the sun,
I hope, I am making you proud Grandpa Jack and my mentors.
I miss you and one day soon,
at the great dance and great songs in paradise.
I will waltz and sing with the angels again.
Dancing Coyote
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