Now you're here, you’re finally here beside me on the farm with his baby, the carbon of you, those nut brown eyes and golden curls. My hope is you both will grow to love the land, and the horses, the sweet scenery, with the whoosh of the creek nearby. My hope is, we will find a kind of sleepy life, and I can tuck you away, shield you from the darkness in this world.
Yes, we can be those school kids again, Vivian, under the endless sky, carefree.