When you whisper into the wind it comes back to you again. Only the hollows know when the echoes come and go. Through fields of splendor , thru narrow glen, past the old tall oaks and back again. Memories trickle from eyes and onto chin, they splinter the heart when the thoughts begin. Crisscrossing days when Daddy was here, oh how you long to have him near. Rest east y when your heart cant bear and inow good child . he os everywhere.