Through the drawn curtain
Daylight seems to gleam,
Saying, Heaven’s certain;
Happiness no dream
Why this revelation?
Why does my heart play?
Simple explanation
Allie’s home today.
Though seasons turn it shan’t be hard
To see those last years out
Must find things different, catch them starred...
The jobs, the seasons, come and go;
It’s sunny, raining, years go by.
You do not age and seem to grow...
