Sunshine across the clothes of someone departed,
though the memories are there,
the tears well up,
and they are never gone,
but we remember them,
and we try to carry on,
for with memories of them in our hearts,
we hope that we will meet them again,
in such a warm embrace,
o the sound of their favourite songs,
but as sad as it is,
they will never,
never be replaced,
for life is far too short,
and how the heart aches,
as we wish against all hope that life could be prolonged.
Dull
Dull grey,
oh, would you kindly go away,
and have not you got somewhere else to be,
because your colour,
it never suited me anyway.
