Did you bring her up to you God, Did you bring her to the better place? Do you let her watch my life unfold, Do you let her gaze upon my face? I know you are aware of how she hurt me,
I remember when my days were filled with pain, still living in the ruins of my past. I remember joyous occasions; of new life, wonder, the milestones marked, and the love of family,
Rain falls in an uneven pitter patter from a dozen or more trees, and the fog makes the world seem a blank canvas. An eerie squeak from the ropes of a hammock joins the comforting sound