He touched my heart as he passed by,
and brought me peace before he died.
He rocked my soul and gave it life
through future's storm and bitter strife.

My heart was colored by his thoughts
he shared with me through trials bought.
He taught my voice to sing again
which had been stilled from where it's been.

My feet learned how to dance on air,
he held my hand and took me where
the stars shined bright, I felt alive;
I moved on clouds, I found my drive.

He taught my eyes to see the good
in everything that breathed, I could
look past the ugliness they showed
and see the grace their lives bestowed.

He taught me how to hear beyond
the realm of sound to feel the bond
of what someone will try to say,
the words spring forth in special ways.

He finally dug down deep within
and taught me how to love again.
His life with me was cut too short
I felt I needed his support.

He held me close before he died
and told me while I sat and cried,
that he would always be with me
and know his love has set me free.

My heart's no longer black and white.
His love gave me tremendous sight.
Though he is gone, he dwells within.
I'll make him proud... we'll meet again.