Ellen A Dye
Sitting here thinking about you, I here you call my name,
Ellen, Ellen, Ellen,
I turn to see who is calling me, I see no one, only here your voice,
I glance around the room, to see if anyone else hears you,
But no one seems to notice the look upon my face,
I miss you so much, I keep telling you. But you dont seem to hear me.
Still your calling out my name, only louder.
As the tears rolled down my face, I glanced aroung the room and see you standing amongst my family.
The look upon