Your presence was a ray of warm sunshine,
The knock at our door revealed that you died,
We were told everything would be fine,
Sadly the three of us stood there and cried.
The Sunday following we bought the bike,
Blue, purple and turquoise with training wheels,
The one at Wal-Mart I told you I liked,
Just seven days earlier promised to me.
A lot has happened since that dreadful night,
Don't worry about us for we are fine,
In heaven you arrived to see the light,
The years gone by for us are number nine.
You would have been proud of Amy and me;
Two finer young ladies you'd never see. |
