1. Rick my Angel
Whenever I hear songs we used
to sing, your memory comes flooding back
to me on a flight of angels' wings.
When I look to the sky the sight of
you comes back to me through the pictures
in the sky and that always brings a
smile to my face and a song to my heart.
I don't have to catch up to your
pace as if running a mile race, Instead
I can sit back and write a book
of memories of the songs we will always
share while looking to the sky
of you riding on the angels wings.