carol 20th February 2011

A picture from the past To day a picture from the past Old memories we thought would last A youthful face a happy grin A future to have a love to win Every thing still to achieve A life to live and children to grow A history to make a garden to sow All gone now turned to dust Memories left now mean so much Tear drops fall your face I cant touch Getting gray all alone soon some day my Lord takes me home say goodbye To young and old the heart is still the body cold one life lived now The story's been told all that's left is this sad old soul