I sense the spirits on those long passed.
As I tread my dusty path.
I do not know where this leads.
To tangled dells or shimmering seas.
I know that those I've known, walk with me.
Though I do not hear them, and never see.
For those I've loved will never leave.
They live within my heart and I still grieve.
I miss their presence, touch and voice.
Although I will cry. The more, I rejoice.
As love that strong a bond will never break.
They are always with me on this journey I make.
So I step forward with strength so grand.
They travel with me, in heart, by hand.
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