Watch Over Me

I feel a presence here, observing me,
But I feel no fear, only harmony,
I feel embraced within the sanctuary,
For the presence is the angel watching over me.

She may have gone from the physical pain,
But she lingers in my heart and in my memories,
Love burns in my soul from her eternal flame,
And I can still feel her tenderness all around me.

And if I listen carefully to the breeze,
I can still hear the whispered words of her song,
The gentle melody that puts my mind at ease,
It soothes my soul to stop the pain being prolonged.

So I congregate all of my thoughts from the past,
And I raise my voice in praise of her glory,
And I join in the chorus as we sing her last post,
Contented that she will always watch over me.