March 5th, 1981 – November 5th, 2007
How does one measure life?
Is it pieces of the hearts we leave behind?
As sure as there’s a sky above, the air we breathe inside of us,
dwindle with the pass of time
I will sing anyway, for I know you would say,
I’m forever in your hands Lord, I’ll be yours for keeps,
The suffering does not compare to the joy that I now cling,
I’ll always be free in your arms
It’s been times you cry to sleep, we still hold on to the laughs
Memories that we keep, and how your strength will last
I will sing anyway, for I know you would say,
I’m forever in your hands Lord, I’ll be yours for keeps,
The suffering does not compare to the joy that I now cling,
I’m forever in your hands Lord, I am yours for keeps,
The suffering does not compare to the joy that I now cling,
I’ll always be free, forever I will be, I’ll always be free in your arms