The hands of Gods tried to strike
But Bella’s dancing birds held tight
And the decade of work bizerk
Now we are free to mend our lives
How much the chase for pie supplies
Thanksgiving rain downfall paper hike
Honey glazed finger tips no money for furs
Holding it together as new year lights
The loneliest worries, how to keep our cures
This home we suffered to suffer some more
But we would not be alone with love in corner
Anything you need, Bella panting on walks
Nights end with our hands clasped talks
Sometimes it’s those moments we need
When our lives came together we were already freed.
