Plagued By Memories

Memories and images deep in my soul, They dwell there silently, fond imagines that never grow old. A little girl holding on to her father's hand, How she longs to see his face and to be his little girl once again. A young man who stood before our country and the world, And promised the glow of that candle would light our way. But sadly his dreams and our path was taken from us That November day. For a time the country staggered on, The little girl grew up as sadly she watched her father Pass on. She found a young man who like her seemed seek the answers To all the whys and where’s and the to follow. Together they found happiness until the day he said he had to go It was about that time a voice from the past seemed to wander in again That warm smile and the clear memory of another young man He brought back those hopes, dreams and memories Only in the early morning hours once again they would be forced to leave like Another bad dream Will these memories always be Gentle on my mind or just the image of ghost riders in the sky And when it’s time and I find myself knocking on heavens door Will they all be there to greet me And together we will be once again