The Pretty Rose Of My Tray
I am sitting here in my bedroom, looking at
her picture.
And wondering why she couldn't be a part of
my future
Whenever the uncontrollable tears stream
down my face
This is that hard time when my heart beat
starts to race
Then I question God why he has taken my wife
from my life
It would be less painful if He stabbed me with
a sharp knife
I still needed her cos she had not completed
her task here
She was the only one who was to make
everything so clear
She was my essential part and I remain a part
of her forever
When she passed away a part of me went with
her together
I never knew that it was so difficult to lose
someone you love
But the truth hurt me the day she went to the
heaven above
Although I can't see but I know you’re up
there watching me
I know you’re keeping your hand of blessing to
look after me
I miss you more and more everyday and all I
can do is to pray
In my heart you will forever remain the pretty
rose of my tray.