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.

I long to be a child of the church once again,
I left it because you are not with me,
and
I can't go without you with me,
I can hear you tell me,
I am wrong to leave the church,
I hear you tell me to go back
and be a Child of The Church once again,
I long to be a child of the church once again,
and
sing the hymals of God
and
Praise his name,
But somehow I can't go
back
because you have gone away.
I long to be a child of the church again,
I know this would make you happy to hear
that I was a child of the church.

I hear your voice so loud and clear,
it is if you are very near,
I turn around to see if you are near,
but I don't see you anywhere.

I hear your voice so loud and clear,
I hear you tell me you are still near,
I turn around but you are not
here,
I hear your voice but you are not here.
I hear you tell me not to cry,
but tears form from my deep blue eyes,
You tell me to be happy not sad,
but some how I can not do what
you ask.
I hear your voice so loud and clear,
but you are no where my dear
I wish you were here for me to see,
but you left me for a better place
and
I look forward until we meet again
so be can be together again.

Another Sunday is about to come,
It will bring with it worship
and church
Another Sunday will come,
People will go to church
and hear the Word of God,
Another Sunday will come,
Sometimes it is hard for
me to get up and go
to church because
I can't bear to go alone,
When I sit there in the pew
I think of when we went
together and now
I am alone.
Another Sunday has come and gone,
and a new week has begun.

Saturdays start the end of the week,
Everyone is free to do as he pleases,
Some people will stay in bed,
Some people will become lazy heads,
Some people will become couch potatoes,
Other will go out and walk along Lake Michigan,
and
some will stay in to sit by their fire places,
Saturdays ends the work week,
and
Everyone is pleased and relieved,
They can take it easy and do as they please
This is what Saturday is meant to be.

You left me let me come to you now,
Oh Lord, I can't take the pain anymore,
I miss my dear love, let me come home
now,
My heart is broken, my spirit is too,
I have no will to live, let me come to you.
I want to be with those that love me,
and I love too,
Oh Lord, I beg you let me come to you.
There is no song that I can sing,
that will make me happy or merry
you see,
I am all by myself, with all the men
I have loved, and you dear Lord
have taken them all.
I remember their last words to me,
as it was yesterday,
I love you and I will never forget you
at all in any way.
One day we will be back together,
but I don't know when,
Just hold that thought until we are back
together again.
Oh Lord, hear my cries and my pleas,
please Lord stop my heart so I can come to thee.

Halloween,
Halloween,
Oh how much fun it use to be
to me,
dressing up in a funny costume,
Go from house to house,
asking for trick or treats,
not knowing which one
it would be.
Now that I am older
Halloween
does not mean
so much to me.