You have left us, for that other side of
darkness and the other side of pain. Now, the stars
will lose their twinkle and the moon will lose
its joy.
And the birds will cease to sing their song,
for they’ll know at last, that you are gone.
The sky will then turn dark and then will
come the rain.
The laughter, will never be the same.
They’ll be less of that and more of pain.
As I look to the sky above, I
tell you my sister, about my love.
I’ve said, oh God, of this I wonder,
has thou, my Christ, now made a blunder?
Say it, Dear Lord, admit your mistake.
Touch her for me…make her awake.
You took her so young, from her three boys.
You took thier mother and much of their joys.
They’ve told me, You have a reason, for all things done.
I’ve search and I’ve search and couldn’t find one.
I know You’ll tell me, when comes the day,
when it becomes my turn, to go away.
Until then Dear Lord, on high above,
tell her she’s missed and that she is loved.
© Joe Fazio
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