Many are the jobs that take parents from home, those left behind must cope.
In the hour before I sleep, I hold you close to me and it is just like yesterday. I feel your life inside of me. It is more than a memory and I just have to keep it alive. The kids I hold tight. The memories of you each night somehow make this world alright.
You are our guiding light that leads the way through our dark lonely nights.
The stories that you told, keep the fire burning bright, it is as if you are standing by each of us. Your words echo here. A voice so load and clear. your memory keeps our drive alive.
You are our guiding light that leads the way through our dark lonely nights.
A touch from the past, a please that will last into all of eternity. You are the spirit that keeps hope alive, the memory that survives all the pain that exists here. Rainbows in the sky cover by rose-colored eyes. We see you everywhere.
You are our guiding light that leads the way through our dark lonely nights.
Each says a prayer with words you taught us dear and the song of life goes on and on. I hear your voice in the wind and each child dreams of a day when you will be back home.
Your voice comforts and calms all our fears.
You are our guiding light that leads the way through our dark lonely nights.
Your foot upon the stair, I look but you are not there, just a wanting so strong inside of me. The feel is so real that the children think they see you standing there. How much longer will it be?
You are our guiding light that leads the way through our dark and lonely nights.
Your presence is everywhere; each of us understands our role in your plan and each will do the part. I keep always songs and words written in our hearts, our family lives on until your return.
Walter this is written with such passion...it is so rivetting...I felt every word you wrote here...awesome writing...I felt the lonliness and waiting...great writing..floria
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Sometimes the waiting could be forever!!
Stay strong in believing!!
Love Tinka