I Will Never Let Go

Describes the tragedy of loss.

If I knew exactly what to say,

Each time you looked at me that way,

I would be that God to whom you'd pray,

Look away now, please if I may.

I have never made you cry,

But sweet child your tears I might never dry,

Your life, a game ever so wry,

To straighten it every waking moment I try.

Death still had come over a gurgling rill,

Child I can't hear you, aren't you awake still?

Sun spilled rays gold all over the hill,

And I looked back at the photo that sat on my window-sill.