Time to sleep...

Time to say goodbye, höll jag på att skriva :p....

Men kom lyssnade på en fin låt av Jill Johnson idag, tänkte lite på texten och säger som så:
"Let there be no tears for me" När man själv inte finns längre, vem vet när det sker? Inte än, för nu mår jag bra... ett tag till iaf...

Jill Johnson- Breakfast In New York :

He was a lost and lonely soul.
Until she walked into his world,
She was an angel send to save him,
give him the love that he deserved.

She knew she wouldn't make it.
She only had so much time
that in her peace she care it with her
touched so many lives.
But they would not grow old togehter
thought of all the things they'll miss
While heaven made other plans for her.
She left him with one last wish.

Let there be no tears for me,
spread my ashes in the sea.
Say a prayr for us celebrate what was,
you can´t goodbye as the sun begins to rise
and let the champange pour over breakfast in New York.

Her memory was hounered by her family and friends.
But there was moment yet to come that was only
meant for him. he didn't neesd them pack your bag
he just got on a plane, flew half way cross the world.
so that she would smile again.

No they would not grow old togehter
thought of all the things they'll miss
While heaven made other plans for her.
She left him with one last wish.
Let there be no tears for me,
spread my ashes in the sea.

Say a prayer for us celebrate what was,
you can't say goodbye as the sun begins to rise
and let the champange pour over breakfast in New York.

you can´t say goodbye as the sun begins to rise
let the champange pour over breakfast in New York.

You can´t say goodbye.