The dead
The dead remain alive to me
I remember them and try to see
Their faces through the mists of time
And hear their voices in a quiet space.
Their deeds live on, their words
Still ring clear as yesterday.
Their love as strong for they belong
Inside of us and time will never part
What lies buried deep inside the heart.
They hold my hand on life’s long path
They point the way through sadness
Sharing joy along a way
With footprints in the sand
That show me where goodness lies,
On a pilgrimage full of adventure
Filled with friends and noisy laughter.
We embrace our luck take this chance
To lose ourselves in song and dance.
For the times remembered are the merry.
All that endures is the warm light
Of love and kindness of their journey.
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