The care taken at your final site,
grass is mowed and your stone is tilted right.
I bought you these flowers to kneel and lay.
I\'m in town visiting, I have things to say.
It was hard to find the words for you,
I close my eyes and you cloud my view.
I still hear your whispered voice.
To my heart you\'re still it\'s choice.
It\'s behind my eyes you\'re never gone.
I\'m here to say, I won\'t move on.