They are not gone,
Who leave us this great heritage of remembering joy.
They still live in our hearts,In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared.
They still breathe,In the lingering fragrance,windblown, from their favourite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight’s silver
And laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.
They still speak in the echoes of the words we’ve heard them say again and again.
They still moveIn the rhythm of waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing branches.
They are not gone;
Their memory is warm in our hearts, comfort in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us, but even more now, a part of us.
