A Ramble through Smilie Land

What’s the point in holding fast,
To the anger of the past?
Is there a point in holding tight,
Fighting life with all your might?
There's no point in crying Halt;
"Stop right now I will revolt!"

Death comes to all and this is true
But not the end of my tale for you.
And so please don't start to cry my dear,
Don’t you dare shed that tear.

Cause wherever you go I'll be there
in the wind that stirs your hair,
In the water at your feet
The oceans waves, my heart's beat.

So think and tell of me, my dear
Spread the word to all who will hear.
When we cant be seen anywhere
We are round you in the air.
Those you love would never leave,
A little hope you must believe.

19-11-2005