You always think the sound of the voice will be remembered.
It's something you think about as time passes.
You remember but it fades.
I remember the sayings he used to say but his voice is starting to dull.
Press record, make them speak.
You will regret not having that voice to remember.
I miss the voice. I miss everything else but I miss the voice.
It was soothing. It was calming. It was my dads voice.
It is fading.
I close my eyes tight. I wish on the stars.
I search for four-leaf clovers and I wish on eyelashes...
that your voice never fades completely.
I miss you so much.
