What happens to our loved ones
when the light comes to wisk them away?
Do they become a star in the midnight sky?
Watching over our souls,
I gaze upon them and wonder;
When that star falls,
Do they fall upon our land once again to give us hope,
and when love turns to almost endless tears
does a rose wilt away in sorrow,
only to grow again?
I stare at that beautifully painted blue sky
and bid a heartfelt farewell to those that have sacrificed there lives
as I see a star fall,
I wish it good luck,
as it falls to the land....
