I miss
holding your hand...
Stop saying you are sorry,
it is just too hard to bear...
In the hospital room,
I stand by your bed...
I watched her rise from the east-
Rosebuds gathered at her feet...
Every now and then i look up at the sky,
and ask my dad why'd he have to die...
She was never one for churches;
the incense smells, clanging bells...
Where Angels roam
Some day we will meet again...
She's sitting in forgotten rooms,
remembering word by word...
When I awoke this morning
Thought everything was a dream...
A poor lost soul, stranded on the streets
Tired and exhausted with nothing to eat...
There’s a space now in the corner
where you used to sit and knit...
Live, love, laugh, learn, and then die.
That's what we always said...