Hold your memories close
and he will be there,
think of him
and he will be there,
tell of him
and he will be there,
like the quiet whisper of the wind,
he’ll come,
on the wings of a prayer.
Cherish the times you had
and she will be there,
share her stories,
and she will be there,
remember her laughter
and she will be there,
like the morning mist
she’ll come,
on the wings of a prayer
Love them still
and they will be there,
talk to them daily
and they will be there,
carry their love
and they will be there,
like a soft summers breeze
they’ll come,
on the wings of a prayer.
© Leslie C Dobson
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