Requiem For a Loved One 

As a breeze whistles softly and a morn will yawn again
As a ripple from the meadow runs a petal in the rain
How can a memory be worthy of the name
When will tomorrow be the same

For a smile lingered sweetly and then ran away to hide
Still stung from that tender touch that hovered close beside
My vows that had been pledged before still live and never die
What will tomorrow leave behind

For a heart had sheltered castles made from many years of gold
The frown would sometimes wither but the smile would not grow old
If the gift of God is beauty how could one life bend and fold
Tomorrow fears what yesterday could hold

As a breeze whistles softly and a morn will yawn again
As a ripple from the meadow runs a petal in the rain
How can a memory be worthy of the name
When will tomorrow be the same