Hiding behind a lonely veil of tears
Trapped in the darkness of his fears
He carries a rose to the sacred site
And stands at a tomb in pale moonlight
His chest is being pushed apart
By swelling emotions in his heart
He falls cross-legged to the ground
His muffled sobs the only sound
His soul sends out silent screams
To hold again the one of whom he dreams
Lightning briefly illuminates the night
Showing to all a wretched, ghastly sight
From a grave, a corpse walks away
Where his love does peaceably lay
He lives life on a downhill course
With nothing, no hope, full of remorse
Hiding behind a veil of inner tears
The days drag by turning into years
The breeze on his face was refreshingly cool
As he walked home from work past a school
Hearing the joyous sounds of children at play
Remembering she would have been seven today
I hope Jesus gives her a special kiss he thought
As to suppress the wave of tears he fought
It seemed as if he could hear her little feet
Running down heaven’s golden street
Hear her sweet voice as it softly chimes
To the tunes of her favorite nursery rhymes
See her in green meadows chasing butterflies
Silhouetted against the prettiest blue skies
Her curls bouncing in the sunlight
As on a new adventure she takes flight
He slowly continues on down the road
Shoulders hunched beneath their load
As unseen angels hover gently around
Doing their duty to keep him safe and sound
Cause a little girl looks down from above
Saying “Watch him, that’s my daddy whom I love”.
© David Brian Hall 9/20/2000
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