Aurora |
Part lost is my soul,
but not lost my hope. My strength still remains; I am able to cope. For on this day when my child has been taken, I look towards the heavens. I’ve not been forsaken. The sun darts back and forth in between clusters of clouds, yet few shadows are seen. For there shining through is a hope which will brighten, and fade all the sorrow; my burden’s to lighten. |