By Len A.Hynds

My love, no longer must you weep,
though I have gone, Iím not asleep.
Iím with you still, in every way,
I am my love, with you today.

I am the summer breeze that blows,
the wonder of those winter snows,
each sparkling star you see at night,
I am my love, within your sight.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
I am each golden grain of sand,
I am the one who holds your hand.

So my love, no longer cry,
though not here, I did not die.

Tears from an eye in the sky