I let you go

I send you to the restless sun

Awaiting your sweet shine

And in between this world and next

I’ll hold your hand in mine

For it is there between the sky

And boundless, clouds of blue

That those who’ve passed before

Are waiting there for you

Life is made of many things

Of love ,of grace ,of stride

Women pulled by many strings

A child ,mother ,wife

And now those strings no more

You’re free to chase the wind

This is where your troubles end

And where your peace begins