The morning sun brings beams of light,
that weave their way warm and bright,
into my room, where I lay,

I rub my eyes and slowly rise,
another start to another day,
then memories come flooding in,
events unfold of where I've been,

outside on my window sill, robins sing,
my mind just hears a church bell ring,
the day is bright, but I see rain,
my heart is heavy, throbbing pain,

for yesterday you went away,
soo suddenly, you coul'nt stay,
for 30 years twas you and I,
I never thought,
you'd ever die.