Sunday is a Holy Day,
So why can' t I attend?
When I look back at it,
I think of us again.

We would get up,
shower, and get dressed,
and walk to Mass each
Sunday,

But that stopped when you came sick,
and finally died on me.

I tried to go by myself,
It was to hard for me,
Everytime I went into the church,
I started to cry because I would think
about you and me.

I would get down on bended knee,
and ask our Lord to hear me,
and take away my pain,
For a period of time,
He did, but then it came back again.

I use to turn around and you would be by
my side, not anymore are you there
ever since you died.

Sunday is a holy day I know what you will say
to me,
Please go back to Mass my love,
I really haven't died
I am still there by your side.