It’s a strange thing
That at the minute you left the world the skies were dark and grey
But now the days have come and gone and still the same they sting

Sometimes I wonder where you are
Are you above me? Below me? Or right beside me here?
And still I know you can’t be far
Because when I pray to you, I can feel your spirit near
You seem to not have left me
Yet still I wonder where you are