Another year older.
Another day gone.
Sometimes I wonder
How I manage to go on.

Friends are missed.
Loved ones are lost,
And day after day
I add up the cost.

A tear for him.
A tear for her.
A tear for you.
Another one more.

One right after the other.
Down they slip,
And there you stand..
A whisper of the lips.

They all disappear
With your soft kiss.
The tears I cry
For the friends I miss.

With your strong love,
It’s suddenly right.
With your support,
I can win this fight.

Melanie Taylor
February 21, 1998