The Day

Will I see you there? The day they march me down the aisle. Will I see tears? As you say good bye. Will you say good things? When you stand up and tell others of my life. Will I hear you singing? As I am serenaded on my way. Will my body seem light, soulless? As you carry me out of God’s house. Will you remember me? As you live your life without me by your side.