Whispers of a silent good by
My face pressed on the window glass
She gave the world a touch of class
And all alone, I sit and cry
She left us for a place on high
The time has come that she should pass
Whispers of a silent good by
My face pressed on the window glass
She heard my heart and tears would dry
She made me smile with a little sass
Passed to the place of greener grass
And now she lives where angels fly
Whispers of a silent good by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delighting the mind pleasing the ear: a whisper!