Picture in a frame
We think of you in silence and often repeat your name.
But all that is left to answer us is a picture in a frame.
A million times we cried.
If love could have saved you,
you never would have died.
As to your death we ponder.
To your resting place we wander.
No one knows the heartache as we turn and leave you there.
And in the pain of loosing you we all will share.
It broke our hearts to loose you but you didn't go alone.
A part of us went with you the day god called you home.