I am not gone Please never think me so, The world must turn Tides ebb, and spirits grow. Our souls evolve As everything must do, Though bodies fade My essence stays with you. It's natures way That everything must change, All bodies grow Then fall to rearrange. But nothings lost Just takes a different form, Our souls remain Complete as when we're born. Some summer days You'll feel me close at hand, The softest breeze That whispers in the sand. A gentle touch Much lighter than a kiss, And you may know That life is more than this. So talk to me And wait for my reply, For every soul Was given wings to fly. And I will answer Everything you say, I won't forsake you For a singe day.
copyright Alan Gilbert 2011.