Though he's gone. . .
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He’s the sun shining through my window, every morning as I rise. He’s the sparkle that I find, looking in a child’s eyes. He’s the sweet scent of the flowers, he’s the breeze that blows on by. He’s the rain drops softly falling, while the sun still lights the sky. He’s the snowflakes slowly falling, he’s the fire that keeps me warm. He’s the sun peeking through the dark clouds, he’s the rainbow after a storm. He’s the soft sound of the morning, he’s the sunlight that brightens my day. He’s the silence of the nighttime, he’s the moonlight that guides my way. He’s my faith to keep on going, he’s my strength when I am weak. He’s the angel that I know is there, always watching over me. When I fall into eternal sleep, he’ll be right there waiting for me. I won’t have to walk to heaven’s gates, fore he will carry me. No matter where I go I feel him, he’s a part of who I am. He’s in everything around me. And I swear, he’s still here holding my hand.
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