You're not gone you're still here With me all the time You're still here When I close my eyes I still see you I still feel you Dianne Warren, Still Here
She ducked her head down. He did not need her crying, he needed her hope, her can-do, he needed the mamá who had cheered at all his home games, who had thrown him a giant party when he graduated, who made over every new job.
Since the fall of Jerusalem to Babylon, the Jews in exile had been observing a series of fasts in memory of all that had happened to them.
Child of sorrow, child of rain, There is no tomorrow, no more pain. Turn your silvered sail toward the light. Child of morning, child of night. Child of Wonder - Eric Whitacre