'You Have Too Ask Me Why'

You have too ask me why, as you so long, but deep as she, 'the open roaring sea and consolations, 'where there is song and Brought up by you/you comb my hair arms swinging, 'walking talking us along singing a song the child is in, waist deep; If that voice when it decides to leave me. Hearing what is fact you heard it not from me that I have been so long, it is never forgotten and any thing which finds my life in death, res·ur·rect·ed, breath you have developed, I hear your voice, each song come yesterday. s.t.t.