Your Canvas Is Still
Over the mountains, and valleys, and hills,
echoes sweet music for me to hear.
Gone from my eyes, but never my heart,
some things on this earth, shall never depart.
Once your voice spoke my name,
you said, "never give up, you have much to gain."
Your canvas is still, resting somewhere,
but what you left behind, showed me you cared.
Over the mountains, and valleys, and hills,
echoes sweet music for me to hear.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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