Beyond
They are still with us....
I saw my mom
She stroked my hair.
Her smile was warm
And radiant as the sun.
Although I know
She’s dead
Been gone from me so many years…
Her dear presence felt good to me.
It’s such a relief to think
There’s something more to
Just living.
The promise of a world beyond
Should comfort to us be giving.
She stroked my hair.
Her smile was warm
And radiant as the sun.
Although I know
She’s dead
Been gone from me so many years…
Her dear presence felt good to me.
It’s such a relief to think
There’s something more to
Just living.
The promise of a world beyond
Should comfort to us be giving.
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