Brian Howell

Vs. 1 Looking at the sunset over the mountains, and the trees are blowing > in the wind. I remember the day grandma, you and I would set on the back porch swing, and watch the Cardinals go by. Your voice would take all my fears and worries away, and your hugs would let me know everything is alright. It's been hard without you, because sometimes life can be tough. How I wish I could go back in time; to see your smile. CH. I know you are in paradise where the streets are paved in gold, and there are no tears to cry. Although I may need you here with me, I know in Paradise you have joined the Angels choir. My prayer is God would you let her look down on me? God would you let her tell me that everything is all right? I still need her voice to guide me in the dark, and I need her to hold Me While I cry. That is when I hear a voice in the wind, and it whispers I am always right here. Vs. 2 The day we were in the living room, and the family were setting all around. Grandma you said can you see the angels? Before you passed with the angels, the very last words you spoke to me; were you my pride and joy. As a knelt beside your bed and saw you look up; I know it was time for you to be in that paradise. Now you have join the Angels choir, and forevermore heaven gained a precious saint. Bridge. Your voice is still in the wind. Your hands are still guiding me. Your smile is still cherished. You still live on even when I can't see you. > > By: Brian Howell > August 23, 2022