How it is

I look for your face, when I'm sad and dreary
When I'm worn out from work, tired and weary.
I look for your prescence in sun and in rain
On hillsides, in valleys in woods, on the plain.


I look for your Spirit, in quiet hours of night
When all that I see is the Moon's waning light

You said "Dont forget", that never will be
For I feel your Spirit both alive and free!