Four in the Morning
It’s four in the morning I’m awake again
with thoughts of you going through my head,
How much longer this anguish this awful pain
how long must I walk this path of dread.
I try to remember the good times we had
to recall them all here in my mind’
Remember how you hated things that were sad
because you were so loving, so kind.
I will never ever be afraid to die
to say goodbye to this sad old world,
For I know you’ll be waiting up there in the sky
waiting to greet me with arms unfurled.
Oh Dad please don’t think of me in this sad way
think of me as if I were still there,
For I walk beside you each and every day
I’m that silent footstep on the stair.
Yes, there were lots of things I wanted to do
and I’m missing you all – miss your love,
But now I’m your angel watching over you
giving you strength and love from above.
So don’t be in a hurry to join me up here
look after Mum and the family,
Where I am It is beautiful, no sadness or fear
be glad and smile when you think of me.
It was then that I woke from slumber so deep
words entered my head without warning,
I looked at the clock through eyes half asleep
it was exactly four in the morning!