Comments about angel sikorski
His Memory Lives On
Heaven opened its gates an inside you now reside.
I look around this cold world for a sign,
a sign that might reveal to me I'm not as alone as I feel,
an suddenly a song shall play to remind me that
your memory will forever play on.
Airplanes flying across the sky,
a gentle breeze upon my cheek,
a young girl walking hand an hand with her grandfather,
this I know must be the sign I've hoped to see,
for they each speak to my heart, saying.....
'Hush now child for although I am gone, alone you are not...
although you grieve apart of me lives on, ...