Today I
cried a
gentle
tear
for the
one that
I hold
dear,
You're
in my
heart,
you're
in my
soul,
will you
be my
friend
as I
grow
old?
For life
can be
so very
sad,
If we
have
lost the
love we
had.
The
heart is
a
demanding
thing....
and it
grows
best
when it
can
sing,
To just
be
happy,
deep
inside,
love
truly
has to
there
abide...
And be
lifted
up on
angels
wings
to float
in
clouds,
while
angels
sing..
I will
find
that
cloud
someday...
whether
I'm at
work or
play,
Into my
heart,
slipping
silently,
wishes
granted
will be
my
key...
To never
give it
up for
lost,
and keep
on
pushing
whatever
it
costs.
Somehow
I know,
that
someday
will
bring
your
love to
me...born
on
angels
wings.
Denise
Lanford
copyright
2003
used
with
permission
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