I know not how to make my voice say
That my heart cries for you today,
And I know not how to comfort thee
With much more than an earnest plea;
Today I ask all angels in the sky
To turn each gasp and every cry
Into beds of roses for her to sleep,
And may your soul learn not to weep
For we’re all but visitors doing time
Till those promised bells begin to chime.
We are so near the sweet departed
Who want us not so broken-hearted;
Despite the void and all the pain,
Remember not these days of rain
But count the days of sunny splendor
Given to us by ones so tender.
It is not far, this new hello
Though hours seem to pass so slow,
We’ll see their bright faces again
So keep in mind that until then
If your strength begins to sway
I am only a few steps away.