♥ a Jazz of Praise ♥

May every song be sung,

And every story be told.

May that be all memories we have in hearts.

Heart may have grown cold,

Tears may have never more be shed,

Still with all my heart i know.

It may have been hard these days,

None like you i’ve met.

But there was a point i found,

People may come and go in life..

But footprints that left,

Wouldn’t left just like that.

It leaves many tears and laughter to remind.

Dear sis,

I’m just missing you these times so bad..

All we’d shared..

I know i could never turn back time.

But there still a lifetime left to live,

and i know,

it’s a privilege to have you…

still a sister of mine,

and still for His glory…