There's a phone ringing in a house, that won't be answered...
There's a rocker outside, that won't be sat on again....
Here's a letter to you, that I should have written sooner...
Instead, there's salt water mixed with the ink from my pen....
There's a dusty path here, never again we'll walk on...
For now you'll dance and run and skip on streets of gold...
A place where your body, never again, shall betray you...
A land in which, all who live, will not grow old...
Years from now, from my mouth, your name will be spoken...
All our memories, with my life, shall live on...
I hope to be, someone, you always could be proud of...
A life from which, great integrity is drawn...
I don't know, if I ever told you, the things that really mattered...
But, somehow, the unspoken words, I think you knew...
Your fingerprints upon my life, will diminish...never.
My always friend...Ella Mae...Mazie...
I shall miss you...