Someone Remembers, Somebody Cares, YOUR Name Is Whispered In Somebody’s Prayers, Keep The Bright Hope Of Sunshine In View, Someone Is Warmly Thinking Of You
We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
If The Essence Of My Being
Has Caused A Smile To Have
Appeared Your Face
Or
A Touch Of Joy Within Your Heart
Then In Living
I''ve Made My Mark . . . :)