They tell me that I perished
But I\'ve never felt more alive
And the warmth of your presence
Still lingers in my mind.
I ventured longer than an arm -
Beyond the dim horizon -
Further than a murky quasar
Yet less than a prayer\'s span.
When you stop to think of me -
When tears can\'t help but fall -
Know that it\'s okay to grieve
And let them wash your soul
Then look up and say a prayer -
Since words have power of flight -
I\'ll catch it at heaven\'s shore -
Think of you - smile and sigh.