They’re here by the sea, on the sand and the shore
In the world that we know, they may not be seen
But their spirits live on in our hearts and our dreams
The ones we have lost are not lost at all
They’re here in the clouds, a sun ray and rainfall
In the world that we know, they may not be heard
Their voices live on through the sweet song of birds
The ones we have lost are not lost at all
They wait by our side until our curtain call
When our time comes, then we shall be
Walking the shore, hand in hand by the sea.
In memory of my very special Grandfather (whose birthday fell on 17th February) and my dearest and deeply missed Mother (whose birthday fell on 19th February).