(Song title from “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” by Lloyd Webber and Rice)
When you died I couldn’t cope,
The pain was clearly there,
I was empty as a barrel,
Feeling the cold of your armchair.
The warmth that you brought,
Vanished and faded away,
In the flicker of an eyelid,
Made me wish for another day.
Now you’re high above the clouds,
One more angel in heaven on high,
And I know you’ll watch over me,
In every second that passes me by.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
(Song title from “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” by Lloyd Webber and Rice)
When you died I couldn’t cope,
The pain was clearly there,
I was empty as a barrel,
Feeling the cold of your armchair.
The warmth that you brought,
Vanished and faded away,
In the flicker of an eyelid,
Made me wish for another day.
Now you’re high above the clouds,
One more angel in heaven on high,
And I know you’ll watch over me,
In every second that passes me by.
written in 2009
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