Harry lay in bed, listening to the snores of his friends in the beds around him. They were sleeping, as he should be. But he wasn't.
Silently, he took the photo album from under his bed and opened it. A picture of his dead parents looked back at him.
Until tonight my heart was just half-full
It had never known the fruit, which fed the soul
He traced a finger over his dad's face. Just like mine, he thought. His green eyes stared into his mother's identical ones. If only they were there...what he would do for them to be waiting for him to return from school....
If you were a flame
I'd allow myself to be
Consumed completely
Where your wind
I'd wish you to pass through me
For now I know
That the skin
Just fails the soul
His mother's face smiled happily, while his dad wore a broad grin. Both of them had sparkling eyes, in picture after picture, like every day was the happiest of their lives. Seeing him with them, as a family, raised his spirits. They were happy together. Blissful.
For I have seen
The face of Love
The Grace of God
The face of love
Silently, he took the photo album from under his bed and opened it. A picture of his dead parents looked back at him.
Until tonight my heart was just half-full
It had never known the fruit, which fed the soul
He traced a finger over his dad's face. Just like mine, he thought. His green eyes stared into his mother's identical ones. If only they were there...what he would do for them to be waiting for him to return from school....
If you were a flame
I'd allow myself to be
Consumed completely
Where your wind
I'd wish you to pass through me
For now I know
That the skin
Just fails the soul
His mother's face smiled happily, while his dad wore a broad grin. Both of them had sparkling eyes, in picture after picture, like every day was the happiest of their lives. Seeing him with them, as a family, raised his spirits. They were happy together. Blissful.
For I have seen
The face of Love
The Grace of God
The face of love