Long, long has her voice been still, too long. Dreaded silence, her sweet voice now has no song. Long, its been too long to hear her read to me again. Holy Spirit help her to know she's still in God's will. Walk, walk, we now walk in the dark of this ill.
Night comes on and the dark shadows are a chill.
Last, last light of day can't hide sweet eyes that shine. Heart, her heart has long been locked with mine. Ill, she's ill but her soft kiss warms my heart still. Hope, hope, once her eyes held life's noble hope. Dread invaded the chambers of her mind's scope.