Do you stroll there in heaven high,
To look down from above the sky,
Through misty clouds,
Do you see me?
Do you know, that I'm no longer happy?
For since you've gone,
My life has changed,
I long for you,
I call your name,
Life once held such meaning to me,
But without you, I'll never be
The same old person,
The same old soul,
One day we'll meet,
Where, your hand in heaven I'll hold.
Jayne Louise Davies
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