Through Morning Breeze

As the blue sky turns to grey, There are words i long to say, Words I'd love to say to you, There is nothing i can do. So I'll whisper to the breeze, Maybe those words will flow to thee, Up through the clouds and on to you, For i still miss you through and through. And so the sun it starts to shine, I wish your hand was next to mine, So i could hold it oh so tight, We could walk from morn till night. Maybe I'll see you once again, In heaven's pastures who knows when, We'll share those words i sent to you, Through morning breeze that day in June. Jayne Louise Davies