My Song

The breeze in my hair as I walk down the street,
It sounds like a family sleeping on a silent night.
Sitting outside writing a song
As I listen to the birds sing.
Inside it’s as soft as silk,
It’s like a lullaby to send you to sleep.
Creating memories for everyone to share
A beat to a magical song,
Trying hard to succeed in life.
Friends that never part.
Little things grow to big things during the process of its life.
Like my Dad and his grandma.
Singing songs, dancing around,
And cuddling so tight.