I thought you said you'd never leave,
   you'd never have to go;
But since you've left my side for good,
   I'm lower than just low.

I struggle so much more than hard,
   to live from day to day;
To keep my head up moving on,
   to never lose my way.

I know you're walking streets of gold,
   beside that crystal sea;
But hard for me to come to terms...
   you're happy without me.

Your name was called from Heaven's roll,
   to take My Master's hand;
Yes, one day soon I'll stroll with you,
    in Heaven's Beulah Land.

For now I'll struggle on with life,
    And hold your memories tight;
By dreaming dreams I've dreamt so much,
   of holding you each night!