QUIET STILL
Listen to the sound of the quiet still
As the sun slowly fades over the hill
There
in the midst you shall gently hear
My voice and presence so closely near
I know you miss me, I miss you too
The laughs, the tears, all the times with you
Each moment and memory stored within
Bringing me comfort till we meet again
Do not dwell in a valley of sorrow
Grasp to the hope that rises tomorrow
Embrace it to the hour of your last breath
As you cross that valley in the dusk of death
A couple of score and less a dime
Seems quite the tarry in the sands of time
Yet life is but a drop of morning dew
When that vapor rises I will meet you