Sorrow Isn't Forever, Love Is
It is the setting of the dawn.
I sit and wonder why she’s gone.
The time has gone so slow, yet fast.
I recall her in the evening grass.
Seeing her playing with rejoice.
I hear her laughing, gleeful voice.
The misty days, the foggy nights,
The stars don’t shed any light.
I wake to find the sun is gone.
It has been the setting dawn.
She will leave come the morn.
I will cry, and be heart-torn.
I wake again and see the sun.
Now I know it’s all undone.
I stand and slowly walk away.
She’s made me smile, even by her grave.
Now . . . when I hear the falling snow
and all is hushed where ever I go,
Kristen shall be sleeping.
The Holy Star its vigil keeping.
Sleep Kristen, sleep.
The nite is peaceful all around you.
Close your eyes, let sleep surround you.
Dream Kristen, dream.
Of the happy days that will come.
While Guardian Angels without number,
watch you as you sweetly slumber,
remember,
we love you Kristen,
Love you.
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