I can turn to his music. He tells me what I need to hear.
Trumpets and violins I can hear in the distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will
If you just take hold of my hand
I will love you forever, Jimi.
Monday, November 27, 2017
Jimi 75
He is one of my spiritual and creative fathers. Whenever I feel low or need to feel free..
I can turn to his music. He tells me what I need to hear.
Trumpets and violins I can hear in the distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will
If you just take hold of my hand
I will love you forever, Jimi.
I can turn to his music. He tells me what I need to hear.
Trumpets and violins I can hear in the distance
I think they're calling our names
Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will
If you just take hold of my hand
I will love you forever, Jimi.
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